Lyrics:
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Under his breath, two shells is left
Everyday niggas dance with death
I got a tone that make you one-two step
You see, life's too short to be so
Wait before you take that job
We can figure it out
The American Dream
Has got you bit in the ass
By a dog with no teeth
So it don't hurt that bad
simple legacy
There is life there is death did you measure every breath
By the love that reached the depth of your core
And we all will meet again and I
understands
the pain that's in my head
it's only eased by death
it's the only way to live
it seems that no
body understands
that chaos in my life
it's hurting
your kind
So naw I wont spare you
My attire is fresh provided by Stoner Geff weedakulture
Stay rooted top flite 'till the death
Lack of ambition?
You
peace, Black Son fuck all the drama!!
Cause that bitch, Karma..
She work like a mirror;
So when you fucking with her, just make sure that shit clear.
Put
Anyways I am sorry
I'm sorry for, saying things
To work your nerves and getting under your skin
I don't know I don't
I don't know what to do I'm just
them: lick my grundle
Rhymes by the bundle, go tell your uncle
(Tell him what?) that my DJ cuts so gross
Like the arms on a kid with a suicide note
Spizzy
We all protest
Civil unrest
It's life or death
Transmutation
It's your soul that's putting up a fight
Yeah, yeah, yeah - yo!
Education for yourself
Is
I fear that it's all on my shoulders
to lead by example
conquer these boulders
one step forward
brings these coals back to smolder
reignite this
Flowsik
FlowsikDaegunz
DaeOne records lets get it
Sippin on that ginseng
I blow that kiss of death
배 고 픈 진돗게
Down in the basement getting fed
Been
Pullin back the alabaster curtains,
Still no path emerges
I'm impressed by the fact that I'm that submerged in
Lapses of anti-monastic sermons
Ill take
of depression
From a long line of sin
And your face tells a story
'Bout the places you have been
I love you so
I thought you should know
And that muddy
many times
how many times
yo
how many rhymes would it take
just for you to relate
and understand that we're livin in a police state
how many a pretty
by the fools, usually the culprit. Figurines and little beeds, Jesus Christ and pulpit.
Put on the pedastal by work mates and your pedigree.By
As that same cat
With that shaved head
Rocking Cross Colors
Sneaks to school
Writin' rhymes at the back of class
Playing tricks on fools
Then I'd come back
smash
If I don't get money from rhymin'
That's a fateful day
I might have to take it back
To the kitchen like Rachael Ray
I don't put no work in with
it comes to talkin' truth
You know I'm goin' all in (all in)
I'm investin' all my money
I'm investin' all my powers
I work a lot that's why I
yourself to death again and again
Now every single time that you open your mouth
Give yourself a breath while you're working it out
The answer's in
killer, who works by the phone book
For you I got a lot to shoot my songs in here
My rhymes are hotter than a prostitute with ghonnerea
On the mic I
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I shall fear no evil
For You art with me
Thy rod and Your staff they comfort me
For all
tats and my bullet wounds
Bustin' corners on the enemy turf
Gotta test this new choppa
Make sure that it work
Drop-top 50 shots homey death on wheels
with conviction
These people should demand a pulitzer prize
For various works of fiction
"Judge a book by it's cover"
And "keep one eye on your
turned to work at hand far from Tennessee
They're dug in on the hilltop, we leave the cover of the trees
We'll march across that open field that looks
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