Lyrics:
spleens by the
Age of sixteen hearing the coach scream
Ain't lifetime dream!
I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up
So school I didn't show up
It
A distant car, a quiet night
Like starin' at the ceiling
My sleepy eyes, you smell so nice
It's such a funny feeling
Got no idea, what time it
Baptized
I wear the mark of my creator
A slave bound to your will
Ravaged
By my so called savior
The hate of the faithful
Homes
Torn apart
By
You are so cynical smoke like is fucking legal
Either way the people represent if nothing equal
Yes spark it up date time mark it up
You got
is still
Time with so much truth to kill
Leaves you by the window sill so tied
Without a wing, to take you high
Without a clue to tell you why
Now, I
to but I, I
Ya I hit you like a drive by, neon lights
Couldn’t catch my name
But the chemicals, going wild
Rushing through your veins
Ya they left a mark
In desperate times we live by desperate means
Are you satisfied?
I said what I meant and I meant just what I said
New York is in flames
step
YOU better watch your step
Now pull it out your pocket
Pull it out your pocket
Biz Mark Beatnuts we about to rock it
Now pull it out your pocket
excuses
Never mind all the railing, they'll all get their own
Shot down and plundered, shipped out and sold
For all the marks, all the nicks by all
the greatest MC of all time
When I created rhyme for the simple fact
When I attack I crush your pride
My intention to ride, every time all night
I'm faced
Flame
So Burn...Burn...Burn
And Free the Spirit From Its Chain"
Here I AM Blinded Again By That Flame
In Every Candle That I Burn, Burn !
I See
Soon
Soon
The howl of the angels will mark out time
The gift of your heart frees me from mine
Soon
The night that we call forever
Burns like
The afternoon has gently passed me by
The evening spreads its sail against the sky
Waiting for tomorrow
It's just another day
God bid yesterday
is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record, replenish, keep writin'
there, by surprise
Feeling your skin against my, my, my, my, mine
You left your marks all over me
And there's no point in faking it, faking it
You left
griefs
But at least she didn't take the mark of the beast
Rest in peace boo
If I blessed then I'ma meet you on the other side
But for now I gotta slide
fraud who got lost in her own sad song
We were talking out back by the garbage cans
About dreams that we had and the five-year plan
Missing the mark
Mark my words
I'm bedridden here locked outside of my faith
Incurable captured by time
You're the reason I'm feeling so deranged
I will stay here
Who Who Who
Words and Music - Mark Ambuter
Produced By Mark Ambuter
What's The Time
Have I Fallen Off Again
And Is That You
Are you Here To See
time
MAC in my right arm
Tequila bottle in my left arm, like Christión
Watching my life go
Can't do myself in
Wolves in the night yo, Hell's men
learned about the world around us
At our desks and at dinner time
Reminded of the starving children
We cleaned our plates with guilty minds
a testament to the pages of my book.
I made my mark, in the sands of time, (I made my mark)
Left a piece of my heart in every rhyme.
I lived, I loved, I gave
My cage rattles day and night
I'm always inside
From time to time, come on by
And whisper through the bars
'Cause nothing's kinder than the truth
It
And you need somewhere to put the blame for how you feel inside
You'll look for a close and easy mark and you'll see me as fair game
Talk talk talk
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