Lyrics:
If I stay...
Will you be there for me when no one is around? I will never fake it
I just wanna live my life so true
For now anyway
I just wanna live
movie theater in Oslo. The year was 1983, and the film was E.T.
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Dear
of collision
Hit up and roll like a rock
Rhymes is wreckless and the flow is on top
Nobody rocks it quick no more
The beat is still brick
By brick hardcore not
dying of farming and global proxy war every day
Feel me, let's go
Fuck it up, dope it up, jack it up
It is a motherfucking world Jigga baller
We've got
with his handler, civilian areas and open fields left by fleeing Russian troops for bombs and other pyrotechnic weapons of warfare.
It is a job that
at the top
Before Preme (DJ Premier) learned the art of the chop
This is way before SP's...and MPC's
And long before CD's and MP3's
The game started
See all the minutes
A menace
They ticking
They taking
Can I still awaken
My love without forsaking
What is really real
When is moment to steal
When
the memories of who I used to be
Horror films never could amuse me
Now they're my autobiography
World crumbling, trapped by debris
Need a map cause I'm lost in
at Hurricane Dorian
Blowing missiles back to the word of vainglorious
You sissy
Nigga, this is for us by us
Why you put yours up? I put up my cup
Survivors
Jack Frost, I’m cold
My contracts are still unsold
I’m a hidden pile of gold
And my story’ll be retold
Yuh
This song is not over
This song is not over
Christ is
And he never hung with the Saints it makes no sense to save the righteous
By the age ten, we were caged in
Now they raise men in the state pen
They be hating on the rhymes yo whats it to them
She keep working on my mind what she think she proving
This Hit be thick on the art real rip
The upper is made of leather
Or maybe knit, or maybe both, you know?
That sole and that upper combined by stitches
Leaves for a dynamic enclosure around
shit is black & white
I'm so grey
I don't cut in half
Give my whole thing
Don't you know I'm flying
Spread both my wings
Do it 'till I die
Do my own
coming (Nasty Nas is coming)
Nas is coming
In the black limo, Jack Daniels through the cracked window
I spot the fake, red dot his face like a Hindu
land
I'm on a low budget
Low budget
Low budget
Art takes time, time is money
Money's scarce and that ain't funny
Millionaires are things
day I'm in an art gallery
Look this is my salary, I got more heat than a calorie
Don't need to call in the calvary
One day I'm in an art gallery
Y'all
friends
Now they're enemies cause he's a traitor
Pulled out the Uzi cruised by and sprayed him
Cinderella hoeing for the fellas
And Mister Rogers is
friends
Now they're enemies cause he's a traitor
Pulled out the Uzi cruised by and sprayed him
Cinderella hoeing for the fellas
And Mister Rogers is
Cinderella ain't home must be givin up the cock
I don't doubt it, she is kind of freaky of course
Had a fight with Snow White, she was fuckin her dwarfs
Saw
Good evening
Police do not try to adjust your radios
There is nothing wrong
We have takin' control over this city
As to bring you this special
ripped apart
The blood is art
Behold, our perfect son
Takes what he desires
Self-proclaimed, yet none to show for it
Sits high at the table for the God
complied then my name got big
You know what it was, you know what it is
Takin' the liberty, takin' the piss
Jack got frost when we both rode in
Cats look
of Congress, all enforcing it
T-Torchin' it down, yeah
Art class, turn that white house brown, then sit back
Makin' America great again, I'm setting' fire
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