Lyrics:
we speak
Double H, and we rather be broke and faithful
Holding to hope as the world turns disgraceful
Spiritual war but we're surrounded by angels
a bird perched on him and swash buckled the same
Peg leg navigator starboard to port
By the nautical star of male an the harbor is yours
And you should
Some cats grow by the laws of the wild
Some learn slower and lag in the mud
Some stand up in defense of a style
Some let the big dogs eat them up
inspired by Mac Miller's Swimming album
Page 35, l'amour entraîne la haine, la haine la vengeance, la vengeance le pardon, le pardon l'amour. Cycle
than life and deeper than death
The world of rap is like a kitchen and I am the chef
Boy, are these MC's really startin to irk me
Make it to the top,
than life and deeper than death
The world of rap is like a kitchen and I am the chef
Boy, are these MC's really startin to irk me
Make it to the top,
my bank statements, while I stay patient
Niggas ain't playin', be careful who you play with
Huh, you think shit a game
Got stopped by Police, gave
line crossed (I swear to god)
The punchline god, I never took one line off
They love my shit, they sayin'
"Tell 'em 'bout the gun line bars" (hahaha)
only one way
that I'll ever pay that's your death
As you know this rigormortis by the man named in the chorus
I gotta be the baddest of them all never
thrown big books
And hooked with a life sentence
Hunted mental stress on these la streets
Permanent like inks on flesh, shit
We blast off the big guns
but not by the feds, who wanna see me dead?
[Chorus]
You can't kill, me
We put too much work in
Seen too many cold days, too many nights hurtin'
Get me high but give me death
They say I’m old enough to die young
Thinking blindly as I regret
Without a high I lie alone
For my lungs are one by one
at the Holiday Inn - Oh No
And it's beginning to snow
VENDOR #2
How about a fur -
In perfect shape
Owned by an MBA from uptown
I got a tweed
Broken in by
like your lover and your friend too
Don't 'cha want it
Taste god salt the brim
Grab my gun fishnets on my tongue
Taste god salt the brim
Don't 'cha want
the sh*t in my face
I’m forever on the rise
I’m really one of the greats…
All that LA LA LA
Only thing I'm saying why why why
Tykoon be Tha Misfit yea
soul
I’m boutta blow up so don’t turn up the heat
You love that la girl but she really a freak
She kiss all on you after kissing my meat
And you think
I wake up every morning kiss my wife goodbye
Hug my kids tell 'em I love 'em I'm out hit the ride
I'm out on patrol in my squad car in LA
Where
Uh
Yeah
Diddy
Cheri Dennis
Bad Boy
La Familia
The saga baby
Before I met you couldn't take stress
'Cause after BIG died my nigga Mase less
Silence the violence claiming souls
Without warning disarray unfolds
Paralyzed by the squeeze of a trigger
Bullets ricochet death is delivered
MAN JUST LOWER THAT GUN
NAH, IT’S TOO LATE FOR THE TALKIN NOW, THERE’S NO GOING BACK,
ITS DEATH OR PRISON MAN, AND FUCK THAT, IM NOT GOING BACK,
IF I
ain't gone ever be ova till it's won
No need for people to retaliate with they guns
Life and death is in the power of your tongue
She looking good living
Damn memories passing by,
Like the stars of the night sky,
Still wishing you were by my side,
But you ain't,
My emotions are still feeling faint.
So
to crash I'ma road side assist ya
Leave em having nightmares bout the barrel of my pistol
Be foolish in this live i promise death will come and kiss ya
But
will better me
Vibe Hop… Volume One done
Pick up the funds, Sit on the gun
Persist in the mist and sip on red rum
Yall kiss the fist that continues
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