Lyrics:
and pap it some more
We ready for war
[Chorus]
So what nigga pull your gun
That's exactly how we play
Screaming bloody murda mo all day
you
And you won't sleep in my bed... anymore
It seemed like a dead-end
Even when I was seven
To sing for this country
With your hands up to heaven
on me like an anesthetic
Don't wear me out of style, I'm the new aesthetic
April 7th
vision
That's true religion
Like the jeans I used to buy
On 28th and broadway
Empty warehouse in the hallway
New york city
Shout out to my rastas
In
What is so rare as a day in June?
'Till now we have never been told
The old question's answered by one that is new
What is so rare, dear, as you?
Now I've been watching you for a long, long time now
And I stand in awe, of what you do and how you
Make creation look, like heavens coloring book
Whore of sacred heaven…
Mary… Holy Mary, mother of sluts
One thousand snakes drag in your skin
Poisoning every star
Beast of seven heads
Riding your fetid
stand up
You a comedian there, boy, get your hands up
Don't turn this to a 1-8-7
I have you leanin' on the stairway to Heaven
Spittin' blood, these
all belong
We all have a choice, we all have a choice
To chant along in a unified voice
So fill the air and the heavens above
and share songlines
what's your function?
Bein' a scout, or sellin' out?
Look in the mirror at yourself, eye to eye
And say: who am I?
A solid change, have to rearrange
What makes you happy could become
Ashes in your mouth
And stabs to your heart
Happiness, such a strange concept
Depending on who and when
When needs were
Far beyond the 7 gates through blackened fires of hell
Beneath the burning heavens the wings of angels fell
From the mouths of liars spewing forth
only possessed by the almighty
Just love me
I'm your majesty
Just say if you want to be me
Just say if you want to be me
Love me
If that's what you want
its song?
Heaven...Die!
Seven minutes pass in a flash and the weight is all we feel, crushing us down
I couldn’t look into your eyes
The shame was too
What is so rare as a day in June?
'Till now we have never been told
The old question's answered by one that is new
What is so rare, dear, as you?
of black people, so
Conjunction junction, what's your function?
Bein' a scout, or sellin' out?
Look in the mirror at yourself, eye to eye
And say: who am
at Heaven's door
Well you have to go
Make the most of what you've got
For it's better than to not have anything at all
Take each day as it's your last
Wipeout…
Too late, just finger the cinders
Hey, mate, let’s piss on the Heaven’s gate
Old days dispersed by the wind and
Betrayed, I’m twisting my fucking
hard, numbing feel, serenity on two wheels
It's not what you ride, that makes a Biker's Life
Chorus:
Loud Pipes wind in your face
Traveling Place
Fight I Got Nothing TO Give
Back At The Start Now Return TO Send
Maybe You Can Figure Out How To Live
Your Like Heaven & Hell
That's What You Do TO Me
to blow
Look eye to eye, then head to toe
She say i move too fast
I think she move too slow
Live by code if you wanna see heaven
That's what they told me
tow
We don't care what
Mama don't allow here anymore
Tiger tea, tiger gee, you my Tiger Rose
Gently roll me, honey, while I sing your song
On the bank
When you saw the chainsaw get to waving like a terrible towel
How things turn around when his fangs come out
Get your brains blown out, that's what I
By the roadside standing there
With his thumb out in the wilderness
And a halo in his hair
Chorus:
He said "Gimme a ride to heaven boy
I'll Show
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