Lyrics:
has been sentenced
I The Yama
I am the judge of death
No liberation to the defile acts like ye
Intense suffering shall serves you eternally
Ten
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit' you
One of Mini-Me's shoes got more sole than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't
locked up by the police
Meatball, and Nap, La Crowe
Pac, jinte, the gats go pow
But my homies got caught up
Even though they had no way out
recreational wreck to keep y'all illin'
Sound off, pump rounds off rock like Bob Dylan would
One-million and one guns, one-million and one sons
Cap pealin' put
free
We shall drown you in the see
You have no control over me
You say it's not good
For man to be alone
But I don't need you
I need to be on my own
the world to live as one
Where no man is an alien
Mother Mary told McCartney
Words of wisdom let it be
Chorus
The world is still a nice place to live
Still
you
First you get the money, then you get the power
G Rap bustin' the gats and slangin' last by the hour
No doubt
I be the crime story of all
Dylan isn't Dylan and Wayne isn't Wayne
They got where they are by changing their names
Jesus was the first Superman we know that of course
One got
prevail
Shall not prevail
Shall not prevail
No dem can’t prevail
Though a thousand fall by thy side
And ten thousand by thy right
This pestilence shall not
undoing
Father your henchmen
And lackeys surround me
Cast not the first stone and you
Shall be saved
Lies! You foul wretch!
For I have no heir
What I do
credit?
No? Much money I done spent in this nasty joint?
You need to be slapped!
Darlin', shall we leave now?
Go to Hades, boy!
So you like my
think I'm Malcom X, Martin Luther
Add a King, add a Junior
Some bible verses, couple sunnas
An AK-47 that's a revolution!! (nigga)
Think I'm Tupac, Bob
one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my
spit shit subliminal
Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal
Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual
Mind body and soul, I'm a strong individual
Come
Dylan's bus
Like how the fuck didn't get here
Where yo ass was at
I was writing raps on napkins
On my ten right out back
Pour some whiskey in the coke can
society
Every day it's getting closer
The reckoning shall mend the heart
Feel the force
10 Million cries can't be ignored
Cause this is a nightmare
Hell
you back?
My J-O-B is rough on me
And that keeps me from hangin' out
I'm a weekend girl
And I don't have time on the weekday
Weekend girl
I met a man in a rock and roll band, he said won't you come with me
I let him know that I could not go, you see I get mine for free
We are all
can't lose
Some shit that can only be down by you know who
Whatever double the w-I to the l-l
For owning the extraterre-es-tre-el-el
Rockin' you
and tell him
Son to be Free, One must be free from inside
From mental bondage
Only then can One really be Alive
Know that our strength comes from struggle
coke... WE GON SELL DOPE
Ain't no money sellin' dope... WE GON SELL X
And if niggaz won't by the X... WE GON SELL TECS
(Lloyd Banks)
My advice for
sight
Astral planes, the unknown sense
Lives on past human life
No man can sense of whole
The missing sense his soul
He's governed by
our course
Spiraled through that timeless space
To this immortal place
I have memory and awareness
But I have no shape or form
As a disembodied
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you're drunk on Friday
.jpg/300px-Deichbrand_14_Heaven_shall_burn_(36).jpg "Heaven Shall Burn")
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