Lyrics:
nameless and
Other things, he said
"Isn't there some way that
We can make Frank stop saying bad
Things about our record company?" And
There is a way to make
You pretend I was your own,
And even believed that you loved me.
But were always threatened by some
Invisible blood line that only you could see.
my dude, my dude
We always down to dap or give a pound
To those who got their thumbs in the air
Days go by and I think that I
Maybe going crazy,
So he dropped the webs of the spider of heaven down through the clouds,
All the way into the pool of blood at the bottom of hell
Far above in
a way
You're not in this by yourself
When there's no one else
He always makes a way
I know you think about tomorrow
But don't forget about yesterday
He
the morning sky
As the minutes just creep on by
I get a thought and hear comes my Tribe
Ritual shakes and in good vibes
Like always the Quest begins
In
in it
They like, "No, he didn't," got 'em more invested
If it's one thing I make, I make no exceptions
I got new addresses, I got no reception
I
Would always be there
Oh, he was my friend
When no one could make
Never too busy
Oh, he'd find a way
Then off we would rambled
With the wind in
I was addicted to tryin', never meant to do time
My epitaph will read was the last of G's
Kicked the shit to make the white man bleed
God bless
his thoughts in
Closes the door cause he don't feel like talking
In a way he's ashamed
Wanted a kid that did all the same things that he always did
In
Things that make you go, hmm
I was in the crib, sittin' by the fireplace
Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug
The door bell rang, who could it
you
Then you pass by giving him the other side of you
Like the mystics do
So that every time he moves, he moves for you
Soul and light can always
always tryin to bag shag a karate shit sayn your
mamas black his mamas this his mamas that
then he get mad and wanna scrapwe stay mad about 10mins
then its
has smiled on
He has been good to me
Now I've been through some things that
I thought were unnecessarily
Were way too much to carry
All by
us
He's the One who's always chasing me
He's the One who makes a way in the wilderness
All of my longing Is now cured
Running toward everything that
make the news again my man'll shoot ya
[Hook]
As we, smoke that lalala...(Hooo)
Memphis Bleek always smoking that lalala....(Hooo)
Beanie Sigel, desert
He drove his car into the city
The engine hot, the heat was on
He realized, he'd come to a crossroad
And there's only one way he knows
They're
But, I'ma tell you the way..
.. it should really go like..
.. the way he would say it now check this out
When I was young, he always dreamed of bein
to look like gasoline tanks
He knew the ways of opperate runnin' Highway 58
Right on into Kingston Tennessee
To make the sheriff turn his back and face that
at you
I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa- about a metaphor actually
Uh, you spoke on the ground
What you mean by that, what the ground
on the block by 28th
Yeah Lamborghini speeding all the way to Swenson and twain
Put the gloves on zip the hoodie its another day of pay
Uh everyone playing no
There's a story that my daddy tells religiously
Like clockwork every time he sees an opening
In a conversation about the way things used to be
and you know
The way he appreciated
All of his opportunities that he has like
To just being in America and being able
To create and I told
Him he had to arm
I watch a man sitting down the park
The flashy suit manufactured by the makers
He's got a pen and he circles an add
It makes him laugh 'cause he's
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