Lyrics:
the garden
I'm plantin' a forest
Red as the ants in the army
Your bitch gon' get F'd like a test
She got class in the morning
Moonwalk, let the jewels
The stars and stripes are falling down tonight
All are set ablaze by the left and the right
A nation divided by the choices we've made
Suffocating
got you by my side with the cherry red kiss
Hit me off make it soft hold me tight throughout the night
You know I'm gonna fight cos the thing we had
been a beast
Wildin' in my headphones, red in my stones
Good ganja out, if I die fill up my headstones
With water, dough, acid and gold classics
inflate and fingers curl
Puppet masters dance by their light machines
Is this life or just a fantastic dream
By what measures will you judge what you've
the quiet of the room, the monitor's soft hum
The red line on the screen, a battle's begun
Heartbeats and hopes entwined, a delicate dance
Between life's
the cameras, the crews and the soft machines. You want a girl who could suck the chrome. You're so rocked and wrapped in anguish, some little tragedy I'm slow
rap styles coming softer than a cats meow
Red laces, but booted like I'm Iraq bound
That frown will get you ate by my cannibal from sac town
So relax
Soft red light at the hair salon Humming like a cloud for me
Little grey lady by the firelight
A few years down the street Tomorrow morning I will
Feat. Jay-Z
[Beanie Sigel]
Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us, join us
Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers
Now fair warning, sure shots
doing lovers who meet again?
What should I wear tonight?
A part of perfume, alcohol or blues?
Earth
Soft words shaking and nesting everywhere
let's cuddle in these sheets
Let me hold you for a moment, it feels right, don't it?
From a lost child to a woman
Eye contact and soft kisses
Strong
shoot up your knees
Then it's me against the world, man against machine
S.D.T.S., stick to my routine
My knuckle game impeccable, crack game incredible
admission fee
But I was sure, house belong to me
They told us to go in stereo
Machine guns 'gainst spear and bow
Egged on by TV cameraman
Someone
admission fee
But I was sure, house belong to me
They told us to go in stereo
Machine guns 'gainst spear and bow
Egged on by TV cameraman
Someone
My grand-ma and your grand-ma were sit-tin' by the fire.
My grand-ma told your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey
I'm the smoke
Breathing out speakers on
Your beat-box
Like a fog machine
Creeping in
Between the tree tops
This not re-rock it's foaming
White skin
machine
Life of a giant, but who needs size when you wack and your team's soft
Drag your girl down this hill 'til she admits that it feels like she's
Drain the veins in my head
Clean out the reds in my eyes to get by
Security lines, the x-ray machine
Pretend you don't know me so well
I wont tell if
run around with these SZAs (yeah)
I prefer to just stroll the park with this Chaka
Baby girl was just diggin' all in my pockets
I was going hard (by
gonna wake me now
Flowers, I remember fields of
Flowers, soft beneath my heels
Walking in the sun
I remember someone
Someone by my side
Turned his
Are you frightened by the weight you possess
Or is this lie just weightlessness
Smoggy twilight in L.A.
I can't think of one real thing to say
too soft
That nigga's dead on a ki of heroin
They found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer
In the red light
I saw you
I loved you
I didn't even know your name
I'm stupid
Romantic
I am, I am
A stupid romantic
I am
And you came by
Like a soft
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