Lyrics:
Let me tell you about
The cowboys who rode out
They rode side by side
With intentions of living life
And taking life
For the dream
Roaming
need of self help
Pockets padded by demons living under your hotel
these notes fell
Prophecies of a blind girl
A nice world was all I saw then
Yeah, Pluto
Lemme do my dance in this bitch, don't get case closed
Made a hunnid bands off the brick
Made a hunnid bands off the brick, pure yayo
Hit you with the 5 Star it's so good really by far get up on par
Try our banana take charge
Hit you with the 5 Star it's so good really by far get
rappin'-ass niggas wanna work for me
Now picture me standin' on somebody block tryin' to rock
I drop bombs and niggas see me with that dough by eight o'clock
Life
By Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you've
Don't call me by my name
You don't know my pain
Muh'fucka
(I don't know what I like to do
But I'm good if I ride with you, and that's true)
Don
tricked Happy as they get their pockets picked Don't join the crowd Don't just agree With these simple versions of reality Don't join the crowd Don't just
'cross the border
Shit I've never seen, I think you only see what's destined for ya
They say what's written only wrote by the winners
My big homie don't go
blood from a cactus, gunpowder from ice
I don't gamble with cards and I don't shoot no dice
Can you look in my face with your sightless eyes?
Can you
of your lives have led you up to this
Driven, if not by fame, then avarice
Thaumas in rage, salacious
Thirsty for blood berates us
Darkness surrounds with
To the young mothers
I feel ya, I know how it is
(Mama's just a little girl)
Don't nobody understand i feel ya
She was born a heavy set
Girl with
bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb (yeah, yeah)
Hold up Kimosabe, my crib look like a lobby
I'm in that black Bugatti and I'm off that Carlo Rose
I'm-I'm-I'm with that Taylor
Prophecy
Y'all got me on some crazy stuff with this jawn yo
I'm bout to eat this beat
On God
Hey
My guys they on Billy time
You watch how we move
't wanna die, God tell me why)
Watch Casino, I'm the hip-hop version of Nicky Tarantino
Ask Nino, he know
Green with envy, the green tempts me
To make
a waste of time
Take me all the way
Take back all my days
Take back the one I used to be
Take me by the hand
Take me as I am
Make me a better version of me
The Valley-Reggae Version-Island cover version. Checkout the original version with killer vocal by Laura Winn!
I’ve been goin’ through the valley,
Carlos
Two houses over by the tall black fence
I keep the hooptie parked for situations like this
There go Grease, "Yo, get in! You drive"
"What the fuck
[Shadow] prophecies told
Mixed with classes,
"I'm hearing again [His voice]"
I can hear it
"[They] ask for a [King], a [God]"
Red eyes with a glimpse
Obrigado por ouvir até aqui!
Posthumous song by a great friend who is still missing, Osvaldo Sussi
About the album:
""8 centavos e vários nada""
the prophecy
Arrested with no crime
So fuck the god-damned prophecy
I made so many mistakes
I was blinded by ambition
I didn't see the progress
So I asked myself
[by Kelis Feat. Nas]
You know what I am
You know what I do well at least I thought you knew
They call me Pusha
Damn
I take you like a slap in
hardest kick
Take all the bate so you will separate
And send my soul down to Old Nick
I don't believe in any of the prophecies
Start the decay, there's no
Quick to pop off let a couple shots off
Leave 'em bleeding out with his shoes & his socks off
War dancing I ain't trying to make it rain though
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