Lyrics:
ground, and to god we pray!
Stand by our ground!
Bless us with your powerfull might, and save our souls from this eternal fight.
this is our moment, this
Hill, Soul Assassins, all up in the club
Showing love to everyone of you real niggas
'Cause the hip-hop's pumping through the blood in my veins
Like
dollars")
Niggas will sell their soul to
Go platinum and gold
I'm cold 'cause I got the
Gold and kept my soul
Drop an album full of soul
Sold twelve times
of want and self; a hollow rind
Welling up pure terror undefined
Surpassed by evermoving time
In the purgatory of an afflicted mind
Hell on earth manifested
on american ground
I see the things you see
But they don't look the same to me
I'm all the way up here
At least that's where I'm believed to be
I am
be great
You can't chat shit on my name
Database is in a shock
Built from the ground up
Tower on my block
Always been different
So I stood out from
for me to bow down
I was taught to stand
Up to anybody, anywhere, for anything
My hood, holy ground street war for fun
Taught to walk through hellfire
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
profit
High noon and there ain't
No secrets, no more excuses
Now our number's up
Let them lead us by the throat
Now just smile
While
Up out your seats, make your body sway
Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way
Shake it now, go ladies, it's a livin' dream
Love Life Live
Come
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
And she knows me well
I be getting played by life itself
Higher selves
You can have it all
My whole life
I don't want control
My hair down and
I don't even
sleep
I'm steady pumpin' bullets in your sheets
Wake up, motherfucker, don't stutter
Point blank by a nigga from the gutter, yeah
Gimme mine, gimme
Build your church
Save your soul
On your ground
Build your church
Build your church
Stone by stone
Step by step
Save your soul
Build your church
last album, then I'm done with it
One hundred percent finished, fed up with it
I'm hanging it up, fuck it!
Excuse the cursing, baby, but just know
Oh!
Well, hello Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason
For the thought that I caught that my head was the event of the season
Why in crowds
Everyday I spend away, my soul's inside out,
Gotta be some way that I can make it up to you now, somehow
By now you know that I'd come for you
No one but
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
Your new American opiate for the masses
Take control from the soul
And it leaves you blind and down in the hole
Can't taste only fear your mind will
sold their soul
Boy you go 0 to 60, I go 1 and 2 zero's
Pedal to the metal, I call it rose gold
Lord all I know is paper, big fat money rolls
Look at how
Only holdin' up I do is my end of the bargain
Only beggin' that I do is me beggin' your pardon
Only tryin' that I do is me tryin' the hardest
Only
the water that flows
The raindrop that falls on the ground
From body to spirit and heaven to land
Where nothing is freedom and everything one
Sentimental
celebration
Come join the lost souls
This city
This city is haunted
Oh!
Walk with us, oh!
Down
Walk with us
This city
This city is haunted
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