Lyrics:
of God's people wont you throw your hands up
I've been away for some down time
But thought it was 'bout time
To give my freaky people what they came here
Old black magic has me in its spell
Old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witch craft when
to me?
Twenty Four Seven, stay here with me
Twenty Four Seven, throw away the key
Twenty Four Seven, I don't wanna be free
You get by if you kiss
How do people find their love?
Love as it was meant to be
We wonder is it fate or gods above?
A crowd of people stand and stare
Oblivious, we
the pressure and we throw away
Conventionality belongs to yesterday
There is a chance that we can make it so far
We start believing now that we can be who we
I'm not comin' down
I'm so turned up I can't find the ground (sippy)
Sippin' syrup by the gallon, smokin' Kush by the pound
Make it flood with
Similac then
And what the crack era did to black men
It had to be a error if you had a Cadillac then
How I rock mine, I throw it up
Makin' sure that
his eyes
What a swinging guy
Turning gray with mold
This is when he died
Give it up give up
Throw it all away
Burning acid bath
Pulmonary wrath
Feel
Because your rhyme's mediocre but your tracks are wack
Not fiction but fact black, believe that
Then put away your demo cause the brother is back
And get
the trail I ride
Rattle snakes rattle at the prairie dogs
You can hear that mournful tune
'Cause it's round-up time, a-way out west
When the cactus is in
the cup away
Like a drug, it'll drive you away it'll trap you
Throw up, don't fall again.
Red eyes, black breath
They only lead you to death. Its name is
What, goes, on!
Rolling Stones of the rap game, not bragging
Lips bigger than Jagger, not saggin'
Spell it backwards, I'mma leave it at that
That
growl and spit
Clutch they fists, and throw up signs like a Crip
And throw all types of fits
I leave em split, like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips
Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace
Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace
That old black magic has me in its spell
That old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old
Mmm-mm-mm-mm mmm-mm-mm-mm
Mmm-mm
I see your red door, I want it painted black
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by
" because you're curious
Of the rap style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, but my brothers stay mutual
[parrish smith]
While I'm
mistakes in your life
Just be careful of stones that you throw
A neighbor was passin' my garden one time. She stopped and I knew
right away that it was
and they throw you in jail
Steal a lot and they make you king
There's only one step down from here, baby
It's called the land of permanent bliss
What's
More than just two lips away
If my hours could be spent near you
I'd be more than content near you
Make my life worthwhile
By telling me that I'll
I KNOW THAT IT'S TIME AND I KNOW THAT THE SIGNS ARENT LYING
I WOKE UP AND PRAYED THE DREAMS FADE AWAY
AND I'M CRYING
IT'S TOO COLD TO BE LIVING SO
think for you
It's covered Stan in bruises, of the darkness that he knew
For black has stolen half the moon away
Don't lose your way
With each passing day
You've come so far
Don't throw it away
Live believing
Dreams are for weaving
Wonders are waiting
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