Lyrics:
gonna dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands above my head
Hands together, forgive him before he's dead
Because
I won't cry for you dances
I
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot
and the bitch she macked him
He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know the streets
That's why that nigga naked layin dead in between some bloody sheets
It's
Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
Prodigy, Guru,
for the money, I'm a trapper
(Straight up)
Internet thug, he a gangsta on (21)
Way too many diamonds
Put my chains backwards (yeah, yeah)
Ain't game, I
so I could go to the 7-11 to eat
And he was like, "you idiot why are you stealing, just ask me bro,"
And I was supposed to get a job, I was
Of ancient dead time
Sacred gate keeper
Eternal sleeper
Summon thy power
Speak tongues this hour
Keeper of gates
Master of fates
It’s he who decides
Who lives
_Got it Made_ like Special Ed
Got more _Vapors_ than BizMarkie ever had
After _Dead Presidents_ like Eric B.
_Hypnotize_ the rap industry like
cause you never know
You get blamed by yo mans he a jealous soul
So even when I die I ain't really gone
These days you can't tell if they friend or foe
Don't fuck with that boy, don't play with that boy, he's out of his mind
24 hours 7 days of the week been out of my grind (PUT ME ON!)
So high in
fuck an audience, truthfully these albums are just for me
I'm dead inside, when I'm dead outside my body will be mere debris
This cyclical nature is
the two combined
Will bring man’s doom
Of ten horns and seven heads
Count your fingers and the continents
On your head or in your right hand
This new
fell from the air
Proclaimed himself to be king
In the eerie light
I stand alone by the sea
As seven heads full of horns escape captivity
I know that
Is y'all ready for Twenty-0-7, it's now another drought
Everyone's a killer, wow we bugging out
Since 86 showing the crowd what I'm about
And they
Is y'all ready for Twenty-0-7, it's now another drought
Everyone's a killer, wow we bugging out
Since 86 showing the crowd what I'm about
And they
of the Lord
That He may be glorified
Isaiah, fifty four, and verse seventeen
No, weapon that is formed against you shall prosper
And every tongue that comes
thinkin' that I'mma let it ride
I might not kill you but I'll hurt you till your dead inside
Third album and you still want to test Brown
I'm so hood
And sits by the fire with a stick in the sand
And tallies up the score
And when the morning light finally comes
And the missing are found or dead
All that
And sits by the fire with a stick in the sand
And tallies up the score
And when the morning light finally comes
And the missing are found or dead
All that
Ashes turn into dust but I'll be by your side for life my love
Ashes turn into dust but I'll be by your side for life my love
It was seven in
In a dead end town
There's a has-been clown
Who serves mudfish filet
To the masses at the circus
By the pier in the dark
In the rain by a rock
In
We all have fallen from his grace
I'm glad He saved me
Live by grace through faith in Jesus
I looked up at my iPhone clock it read three three three
The King is dead or left the hive
Servants are waiting to be led and I'm on charge
To take the scepter he left behind
The war is near and I'm all
The King is dead or left the hive
Servants are waiting to be led and I'm on charge
To take the scepter he left behind
The war is near and I'm all
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