Search results for 'by d album creed' Page #15

of the pie
That's all I really need
I'mma live by the code
And I'll die by the creed
I'd rather die on my feet
Than to live on my knees, free

So what's your

the same endgame so it’s kind of by-the-by
You could meet your curtain any day so I’d rather die and try
Then I’d lie up in my grave with a healthy peace

that all the culture that you building
In these four walls is determined by theology you wielding
I searched you on the web and all I managed to see
Was

One by one they throw us
In the line up

Fuck all the cops
And the judges, the lawyers
The D.A. and politicians too
Prison for profit
They lock up

scared that syphilis widens
I left so many souls there, you'd think I did it with isis

Long picking
You'd call that a Richard applause
Joint to the hip

The Gambler

Marc Almond

Treasure Box

1995

the players at the table
Two men of the phantom creed
Seemed to play with sombre purpose
Than a reason and pure greed
And the gambler felt his back freeze

soul is lurkin'
And if responsive
He'd probably say the body's just a cockpit
And we're all goin' down like
Drunks when they're nauseous
But do fixes

tryna make this bitchwife 
She said she'd ride or die, oh why u have too lie
I'm Forever Young I guess it's goodbye


Verse 2
I wish it wasn’t hard just

tryna make this bitchwife 
She said she'd ride or die, oh why u have too lie
I'm Forever Young I guess it's goodbye


Verse 2
I wish it wasn’t hard just

faith and creed
But it's something about these words that make the pen bleed
You could've been some kind of guard up in that D-league
But most decisions

grind never stopping
Make a plan to become the man
Won't fall a victim, not to Uncle Sam
I'd be Goddamned if I don't make it out
Fuck sleeping on my

j'm'incline, tous les vrais sont vaincus
Aucune balle n'est perdue
Même logée dans ton cul

Délit d'fuite sur ça! Drive by sur ça!
Tise et fume sur ça! Ça sniffe

M.E.D.M called Chinese biggie

白手起家 身边一群流氓地痞
Started from the bottom, thugs by my side

发家致富 干净利索 I did it beautifully
Built a family fortune, clean, I did

commit to what you said
Never thought that I’d wish I was dead
Now I’m haunted by the voices in my—

Otherwise they’d be one person
I am one person, and I

bumpin Ghetto D by P and C and the Shock kid
Cuz most of what's on the radio today is just dog shit
My shit is so cited, I pressed it in braille
Got Helen

and all my fans are feelin it
Bitch got a bad habit, go away with the next I'm cool with it
Back on the grind or back on the mic put that album on repeat

went and built theirs from the floor up
How the hell you gon' get me on your album and not show up
How the hell could you slow us
Got by myself nothing

it's ya biggest fan
It's not even necessary to introduce who I am
by now, cuz we're good friends
Remember the letter I wrote, before Atlanta on Up In

lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't

your easily manipulated by the G
To the R, double e to the D, I'll break it down, letter by letter, lyrically
G for the gangster mentality I see, make

Wha Cha Gonna Do?

Bushwick Bill

Phantom of the Rapra

1995

And ahh... the secret of the hidden temple is that ahh
You gotta listen, as I run it down the business

The jungle creed, is that the strongest

everything forbidden
By bible, book and creed
'Til I'd no more virgin tears to shed
Down on 42nd Street

I fell in with two blaggards
Spider Murphy and Jem

mixtapes with features
Better than your album
Bounce Master with the Street Sweeper
For you heat seekers and them double
D cup ladies and IG divas
My mixtape

my oculars blazed, a candy apple glaze
Still dapper, yeah the rapper named D. Black way out back, where the track by Scott Stapp play
I'm spittin'