Lyrics:
bearin' a sacrifice
I know him by the rose that's in his hand
I've been listenin' to his advice
I hear the words but I can't understand
His moon
to go
Each to his own way I'll go mine
Best of luck with what you find
But for your own sake remember times
We used to know
chance was his own 44.
When Billy the Kid was a very young lad
In the old Silver City he went to the bad
Way out in the West with a gun in his hand
to go
Each to his own way I'll go mine
Best of luck with what you find
But for your own sake remember times
We used to know
Sayin', ""Go down, you murderer, go down.""
Tim Evans pleaded innocent
And he swore by Him on high,
That he never killed his own dear wife
Nor caused his
And I'll do it on my own!
Can't you get it done with the help of no one
I came to this word by myself
So I don't need nobody else!
We have just begun,
So
Yo Hip-Hop, Is niggas still talkin
Bout I can't rap, come on now
Look for me, Young K
Took 2Pac beat and got paid
My favorite rapper is Makaveli,
good is a song if
The words just don't belong
And a dream must be a dream for two
No good alone
To each his own
And my own is you
If a flame is
and white
There was nothing you could do
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night
In the back seat there was a gun
Words were passed in a shotgun blast
their own way became my savin' grace.
Daddy passed out with his demons,
Momma passed the offerin' plate.
An' she'd cry out to Heaven, "Protect this son
the artists who have
Known true Gods of Sound and Time.
With word and tint I did not stint.
I gave her reams of poems to say
With her own dark hair
cards tucked up his sleeve!
By George! By Jove! By Jeeves!
Our collective IQ of around Forty Two
Cannot cope, to be terribly frank
All true leaders
a speech
And what he said you don't agree
Just let him scream the man is free
[Chorus]
These words all have been said before
By men who have to go
can tell him by his coat
Has a bottle in his pocket that he can't hardly tote
Well a Cambellite preacher his soul is saved
Well he has to be baptized
Written by Eddie Miller and W.S. Stevenson
(As released by Patsy Cline August 12, 1957)
Two cigarettes in an ashtray
My love and I, in a small
the second Celebrity Deathmatch (ding ding)
So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly (hurry up man!)
I'm sicker than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie
out some Hen
This my dedication, my nigga 2Pac
And you can best believe -
That it won't stop, uh
You should've known that I'd be coming back
Especially
in our own space
We have all the love we need
While we're apart, I cannot breathe
Satellites
Flashing by
Satellites
nevertheless
A new lease on life, in other words, it's just a bit louder
"Dharma for one''
Dharma, seek and you will find
Truth within your mind, Dharma
nevertheless
A new lease on life, in other words, it's just a bit louder
"Dharma for one''
Dharma, seek and you will find
Truth within your mind, Dharma
packin' up and I'm checking out
I'm on the road again
Feeling like I'm bringing pen to mind
But the words will come to me in their own time
Tumbling
the night with his lover, there's a trace of her cologne
And the words of his mistress, as she whispers them so near
Start ringing in my ear
Please take
e're I be
Still tis God's hand that leadeth me
[Chorus]
He leadeth me, He leadeth me
By His own hand, He leadeth me
His faithful follower I would
that can hold his own
Papa left me at war
In the Croix-des-Bouquets slums out in Haiti
I used to hunt for my
Food like wolves hunt sheeps
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