Lyrics:
you bout the marks
He bore on the cross
Is you bout the marks
He bore on the cross like that
Our Father who art in heaven
How It be Thy Name
Thy
a record deal, now them same old chicks that used to walk on by
go out their way to say hi
But they gets none
That's why I'm with the same girl
many faces but none of 'em mirror me
Show my ID to the punk ass security
Step on the quad lookin' for the track squad
Walked by a bitch who think
can tell by your charm and your arm"
But I'm lookin' for the one, have you seen her?
My psychic told me she'll have a ass like Serena
Trina, Jennifer
Hello, everyone out there. This is Carl and the rest of Madness
We'd just like to bring you a bit of Christmas cheer
Please remember to keep
to try, looked me in the eye
My head is still in the sky, since you walked on by
I'm feelin high, got my imagination flickerin' like hot flames
It's how
ain't turning down on that no gain
Won't be Cobain
When you hear shots
More like propane
With no tear drops
I could hear cops on a rollout
But there's no
Is probably still running round the track
Like the marriage that I gambled on
I'm due my money back, I'm due my money back
We could've learned, we
of us have actually been there
Not like you
Ignorant siblings at the congregation
Gather around spewing sympathy
Spare me
None of them can even
But there's none to be had
No matter how you try, you cannot reason why
Things always turn out like this:
When you want 'em you can't get 'em
When
bitch where is your heart
You mark
Watch niggas fall when I call they name
We outlaws hold your head niggas all the same
Except some who want more out
by the garden
Meet me at the door by the garden
I'll be at the door, Babopbyeya
Danger all about you
Babopbyeya
I won't leave without you
Invariably the fantasy is sweeter than the real Holla
So many intangibles and things that you ain't feel
On the surface like rooftops that bask in the sun
the words that I bring
The ruler of the ring is Lord Ramsey
And music is made by Mark the 45 King
You tremble for my treble, you're begging for the bass
lattes, the rosees
My robes is a murder statement, you fucking with rode rage
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
Children of all ages, I pack metal like
There's unlimited supply
And there is no reason why
I tell you it was all a frame
They only did it 'cause of fame, who?
E.M.I., E.M.I., E.M.I.
As their hands they roam
O'er the ivory
That is her flesh and bone
Oh, and every suiter gets their own song
To none of them she ever will belong
right)
God still marks me right
(Heeey there is a testimony in your way because God's gonna mark you right)
Even when they mark me wrong
God still marks
still none
And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
(2nd verse)
real hip-hop shit
Yo, yo yo, mayday mayday, mayday mayday
Walk barefoot on niggaz like Kunta Kinte
(so, what you say?) what is you doin' you walkin'
never can quite
I ain't lying here awake by myself you better wake up
There's something I want to talk to you about you better wake up
I love you girl,
God's heaven, the world's gonna find a way
There is none so bling as he who will not see
We must not close our minds, gotta let our thoughts be free
and positive but why be negative?
What's the matter, G? Black cat, got your tongue?
Fat track got you sprung, now your hung (do ya feel me?)
Dum-dum-diddy, is
Through the storms and the light
Baby, you stood by my side, and life is wine
But there are days in this life
When you see the teeth marks of time,
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