Lyrics:
Don't you know what it's about to live in this cold world of darkness
Go 'n' find the light, go
Don't you know what it's about to walk the line
silent when I walk in the room Ah
Blacktop, no rim on the pole
Still balled tho, if you kow then you know
Easley Lane never made it easy
Heat missin in
.
And fxck a pause, this is for everything they conned us Of
Silent medley for my ancestry to sob up Off.
When we were kings this is what I Sing
When we were
that I'm riding
Hit after hit man I told you I'm wilding
If I don't fuck with you around you
I'm silent
Cut off the faces let's see what's behind them
off our access to information
itself.
If they can't do it by law they know there's other ways to do it.
bye bye
癒えるだろう by next morning
また相変わらずの everyday に hello
There are little dramas like the wave
The ball keeps rolling automatic
止まりようがない
the horizons of the universe
To be glimpsed even by the faceless kings of corporations
It's time for chaos to win
And walk off with the prize which turns
you high off some trees?
I figure ya said that 'cause yo' bitch was on yo' back
Dead that, this vigilante wit' swords gon' come and chop down yo'
I was raised off of Rural Route 3
Out past where the blacktop ends
We'd walk to church on Sunday morning
Race barefoot back to Johnson's fence
did
Praying to God you stay off of my grid
Silent bitch but I loud like Draco
Beat going mad so I rap like a psycho
They heard me go mad in intro
I got
We were brought on this earth for a reason
Not for ourselves but for the world
For we are in the world
But not of the world
We were made to be set
got a new Exhaust on that Pipe staying w me
Make em dig them diamonds out the core of the earth, put it in my Teeth
Step out the house, I'm breaking
Now it's day I've been trying
To get that taste off my tongue
I was dreaming of just you
Now our cereal, it is warm
The track dead in a rubble
Now it's day I've been trying
To get that taste off my tongue
I was dreaming of just you
Now our cereal, it is warm
The track dead in a rubble
I was raised off of Rural Route 3
Out past where the blacktop ends
We'd walk to church on Sunday morning
Race barefoot back to Johnson's fence
things and walk to the harborside
I glance back one last time
Fleeing our nation
Our problems we leave behind
Ships by the tenfold sail out
things and walk to the harborside
I glance back one last time
Fleeing our nation
Our problems we leave behind
Ships by the tenfold sail out
1st
I'm the best on this Earth
You know how I'm comin
I been shining since I was a youngin
Took a season off now
I'm hunting and chewing up rappers they
a different habitat
Just to cut my grass the landscaper
Make a half a stack
I'm the truth and you a lie, commit suicide
Just dose off in a coffin
And take
every walk is for observing, clanning
I'm straight from the pot, phoshane, ng'hambis' okwe-paramedic
Bathi ng'wile kodwa ng'mile, they can't understand me
called Earth
Every color paints a prize people score for work, or even more for sport
It is certainly a break from every fickle insecurity of man's
off our access to information
itself.
If they can't do it by law they know there's other ways to do it.
shake away these small town blues
Going off in search of something new
Bound by fear you know I can't look back
The past is near and under attack
In that
solo
It's me and my demon
Like this a duo
But this is not true though
My actions are silent
My thoughts be so brutal
I'm coldest I spaced out
I wrote
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