Lyrics:
things and walk to the harborside
I glance back one last time
Fleeing our nation
Our problems we leave behind
Ships by the tenfold sail out
Shrouded in white linen
Chants weeping
Woes, time to be buried
Demons are waiting to steal the soul
Barking dogs
Guard the dead body
As the breath
ass
So no, I don't want your number
No, I don't want to give you mine and
No, I don't want to meet you nowhere
No, I don't want none of your time
off inner-city tantrums
Based off the way we was branded
Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon
And at the airport they check all through my bag
step by step, I go my way
the correct path is which one is unknown
time after time the number
of possible paths becomes less
I inevitably
Burst into the unknown
Hand on the question mark
They are asking why set loose all demons as replay
Approach and enter
The holy temple
They are
alive
'Cause the guns go off in the summer time, guns go off in the summer time
Blaow
This another motherfucking rap song
Broke and crazy, rich
things and walk to the harborside
I glance back one last time
Fleeing our nation
Our problems we leave behind
Ships by the tenfold sail out
of 170 vehicles was being
Driven towards stone henge at the time of the summer solstice
Celebrations, in clear defiance of injunctions which were in
Pointlessness
I've foreseen your end
The time has come
Dejected
Hostility
Misguided
Attrition
Oh Approach me
Brought to your knees
Upon thy throne
Of treachery
don't want your number
No, I don't want to give you mine and
No, I don't want to meet you nowhere
No, I don't want none of your time and
No, I don't
the end of all time
Chorus
I feel like the red on the horizon
Like a storm on approach
The truth resonates deep within me
Soothing and cleansing like
Dead of night
And 30 days away until
I have to say goodbye to you
I've got so much left to do
But I'm not sure how to approach it
Daily manic
ears to list
Nigga P where you headed it's time to pass kids
(What's the kids be doin' yo)
Kickin' rhymes that's true lies
Let me break 'em down
And come on so strong
Won't take my time
Cause you might be gone
Don't know your name
But your turnin' me on
Your turnin' me on
Your turnin' me
What's on your mind
Just let me know
I'll take the time
Someone who knows
To take it slow
It's hard to find
If my approach
Is a little bold
That's
Revolutionary gangster, the will to kill
Everything up, my roots is steel
Do it big time, march through the desert and shine
Let the C's live free while we
Time
From day to night
From death to life
On either side
Borrowing what we are feeling and what we explore
Now we find
Something devised
Nearly
I approach you
You do not approach me
I follow you to the end
I follow you as far as you go
And your beast save it for another time
Because I'm there
All these girls in the club
Far away I notice her
She's looking hella good
Approach her, I think I should
I sense some rose over there
Somehow she's
racket
A kilo after kilo, see who move the most
Two hundred foot yacht, she wanna see the coast (woo)
You can't be chasin' money with the wrong approach
the door and walk straight to that position
I stopped there for a long time
and then you turned your head and saw me, you smiled at me
I mustered up
Rakim then maybe Master P
Thirsty nigga paid in full I'm tryna buy the beach
Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind
Slight two step as I check
thing on my mind was death (On my)
Didn't know that my time was next- next, yeah, yeah
Tryna refine this shit, I redefined myself
First I had to find
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