Lyrics:
of that stolen mountain,
as buck v. bell. but when billie's arm bent fumi's
note then muhfuck this paramilitary weatherman
and his tired navy blue.
the fire
Doused by the best team
With him when he ridin' out
Cause the check flame when it get divided
Bout niggas livin' through decisions
Learnin' ain't
the first arm's found we observe the art. Like a belly-acher won't kick face to the curb, rather kick when the face already raped by the worms.
El-P
the sky, watchin the drones go by, we just got that yolo vibe, closin my eyes open my mind cuz
I get my groceries from Amazon I don't stand in line, real
your eyes gouged
Like, how do you even rip a spine out?
Are you sick of being chilly?
Are you iced out?
Get over here, close to the fire, right now
isn't my decision
So here I am, just a man, bare my soul for all to witness
We'll see fire, brimstone at one point, but first I get my hits in
All
soul was up for sale
Here me out
This is my testimony
I got multiple identities
Jesus help me please
Split personality, sinful by nature but saved at 23
[Featuring you God]
Yeah ninety six Park Hill style
Burial ground sound in it forever Dunn
Politic
Verse One: Cappadonna/Cappachino
Here we
long as mistakes I made thanks to Karma
Long as white frustrated faces under Obama
But the change made here?
Less eerie (Erie)
More a reminder
One shot
called upon for years
Once you were a magnificent fiend, eyes like electric eels
An executioner of the highest degree
Here you are family sweet torturer in
it
This that {FE-VER} somebody warn the industry
'Fest on FIRE, and burnin in the third degree
'Til they murder me, five-oh get no words from me
up in arms about the treatment by the few
How can they harm us and do the things they do
I know you feel the same, the fire is inside you too
Stand up
even here some rebels
Kept their distance, stayed apart
Spinning hard in spiral arms
They shunned the galactic heart
It's time to dance the big bang
I can't be defused mind state is set to explode
My headphones on fire I inspired the stoke
Firing these hollow points flying from the back of my
day's numbered
Like a prisoner's arm i'm tryna
I'm just trying to feel alright, alright
If smiling is lame, I wanna be lame
If I gotta pick a location
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