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to rewrite that
Not never in the streets, but my partner he can't say that
And he done held me down, and for that could never pay back
To the side
Let's deal with the Real One for a few
He reached into the vastness of nothing and pulled out everything
He sprinkled rings around planets
just now, skimming through 'Rogue
Herries' by Horace Walpole
When suddenly I came over all peckish
Wensleydale: Peckish, sir?
Mousebender: Esurient
The stage is set as R'lyeh begins to rise up from the sea
And He emerges from within the doors of the once sunken city
The eve of reckoning is at hand
I have
ya get me out my character that's a no go
I ain't got time for the he say she say
Especially when you don't mean me no good anyway
Everyone don't want
of gold you tossed aside to grab the brass ring
I hope it’s tight on your hand
I hope it turns your finger green
When your baby asks mom and daddy
What
gold
I want the cities
The crown
And all the people
In rows
Making a legacy
To leave behind
For all of my folks
Waiting for God
To come back down
You
of Babylon, trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion.
[CHORUS (Lauryn):]
Oooh La La La, It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
Oooh La La
, leaving to rust
Our smoldering ash stays with
Me, it was me whose idea it was
My belief in the city we'd create
You'd ask if I knew how stable it was
Did
The Devil went down to hip hop and he
Was lookin' for another soul to snatch
And even though his bag was overflowin'
With rappers from the past
You
the softness of you hand in mine reminds me of a time
When the only key to happiness was one more glass of wine
But now I'm looking into years that age and time
cowboy for a ride ,Grab me by the balls let’s leave this country life behind.
Well I’ll take him out for a view of the city let him bust his nut all over
to,we used to, We used to rob for them petty thangs like a gold chain Or a mothafucking pinky ring Now it's cocaine I'm the dope man Cigarettes in my
So when a nigga come see you we run it up bankroll
If I'm down don't trip you hold it down I miss
The times I ain't have shit you gave me your last no
True he hit him with the beam
I'm ready for war, show me my competition
And I'm amazed nigga
Why you bitch niggas trippin' fly
French own homes
Shawty
Watch for me by moonlight;
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held
kinda changed
He grabbed his daughter and almost beat the girl insane
She's cryin' down the hall and now goin' home
He closed the door and,
mailed home
Actin' like he tough, he only cut up on that cell phone
Niggas know when I touch down the city, turn a red zone
jumped in that field to grab
a man a gun, (? ? ) papaya
I was home down south, that's what he get, street connections
Sam bit it, I'm not it, the kid was runnin his mouth
Order in
will finally run dry
It'll be the first time he's ever had to fight for survival
And when Uzi Vert drops that eternal atake
He'll find that all of his
get polymorphed into a sheep.
So the best that you can hope for
is to die in your sleep.
So when he finished speaking.
He leaned up against his
And Worship
Praise Elohim, he protects me from curses
Correcting me when I'm out of His purpose
Plan and Will, that's what I'm steady searching
Sit in
World domination is the goal
Now let's gather the kids, and take em' out to the sticks
Teach em' all how to live, come take my hand and walk with me
'round the circle
A jerk well renowned for his work skill
He's out
The proof is the computer's down Urkel
MC a show via wi-fi
And paid way before we wrap
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