Lyrics:
go for the crown
Trolled us in blackface
And paint us as clowns
Divide in the physical
Conquer the soul
Never-ending is the story that's told
Up
be out flexin
Ain't no testing when I go and enter your soul
Calm collective I be pulling up
In a nine eleven
Always moving fast like a mill a second
Savage attacks, used as cover ups for murderous acts
Committed by protectors of the people
True colors shown their methods are lethal
Primitive
Let me be a dreamer
Let me float
I can see the whole world
From my own little cloud
Up by the Milky Way
I'll stay here forever and a day
You
you really need 'em?
When I was locked up in the county, I ain't even see 'em
I'm by my lonely, lonely
What happen to the bitches and the party?
my boys with me
We on the up and up
This album gonna put us on the map
Say what's up to the top
I slept on the streets
And I starved
But with this
this new album out of
Love
Soul
Jazz
And hip hop
Now
Let me introduce to my partner
Singer, songwriter, composer, artist
I call Noamle
I make chords
old fashion shoe
Found his daddy's hat
And he found little Muley and Muley said
They've been tractored out by the cats
They've been tractored out by
Yeah, Machine, what up? This a vibe
Cookin' Soul
Vacation house cost a quarter
Milli' for the week
From rubber bands on the wrist to
VV's on the new
This nigga fucked up motherfucking Whitaker
Dang, he caught Whitaker
He caught Whitaker a long time ago
Mike got touched
Then Mike got touched by
fly south
I heard you keep saying my name keep my dick out ya mouth
My nigga
We formed a collective
I sworn to protect it
And keep introspective
You
me on a rock
Called me by Your Name
And made my heart whole again
Lifted up
And my knees know it's all for Your glory
That I might stand
With
must hang on to your hand
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty
Nothing's impossible I have found
For when my chin is
the night
Oh, lord, have mercy on my soul
Whoa (oh)
Sometimes the devil's dressed up in lace
With Chanel horns and Prada shades
Hidden by the designer
Now
Cold earth
Blackened souls blessed by etenity
Dwelling under unholy ground
Forbidden thoughts and dreams
Provided by strong storms
Of bold
I pour these rhymes in a cup so drink up
And then I might bring another round
Watch the sound pound from the floor to the ground
And keep aware, cause
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
To the core, was at war, cause the enemy is plottin'
I hear him knockin', sayin' that we got him
Hot like solar, he wanna burn my soul up
World on my
Let the crosswinds cut across the blaring sun
Let compassion gather by the metric ton
Let us redefine what it means: human
We don't like working
afraid of what we'll find
HEY YOU
We're surrounded by sadness
A collective madness
What have we done ?
It's no longer a paradise
Let's mourn the past,
Feet on the ground Heart surrounding my feet
I guess I spend my time Surrounded by deets
Prayin' to the lord That he keeps my soul clean
Line up
And the welfare's asphyxiating
Mass confusion is all the new rage
And it's creating a feeding ground
For the bottom feeders of hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass
I cross the Green Mountain
I sit by the stream
Heaven blazing in my head I
I dreamt a monsterous dream
Something came up
Out of the sea
Swept through
up
Soul Sold Separately
Triple S in-room dining and delicacies, how may I be of service to you?
Norva, Lambo, it's Julian, man
Yo, you guys
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