Lyrics:
Turn on channel seven at a quarter to eight
You see the same damn thing
It's just a different day
And no one really knows why this is happening
habitat and for the future
Try to plan ahead instead of regress
Struggle for power
Struggle for peace
Struggle for rights
Struggle for life
It's easy
the fact that no one offers consolation
Innovation stunted by the way you back and forth from places
Probably sound crazy but I cycle through a hundred
dollar
On seven shotgun shells
Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Way out in the wilderness
A cold coyote calls
Your eyes fix on the shotgun
raise a quitter
You saying that I can't rap, is making me laugh
The way you talkin trash, remind me of my past
Sorry I don't play with yah wizards an yah
Thun (Queens in the house)
Queensbridge, baby (Queens in the house)
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt (Queens in the house)
Not niggas I really met
you pass me by
I like the way you move your body
Girl I must admit
You're looking real fit
Let's chill for a little bit
I know you wanna get with
is where he'll stay
And his world is filled with darkness, turning grey
Gazing out the window of the forty-second floor
He is separate from all
Sailing Again
By Tim Lake
Cmaj7 Em7/A E13(b9) Fmaj7
Here we are lost in the wind
Bm7 Fmaj7 Bdim7
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
to push the pram a lot.
ARTHUR: Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot -- it is
a silly place. Right.
Scene 7
GOD: Arthur! Arthur, King
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
Were gonna be there forever
I thought that they would stick it
Out with me through the end
No matter what ups and downs I had
But the second that I made
of the illest in the seven continents
Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the compliments
You be fucked up by my Table of Contents (begins fading)
Bad Lieutenant,
And I'm gone, I know right where I'm going
Sorry, momma, I'm grown, I must travel alone
Ain't gon' follow no footsteps, I'm making my own
Only way that I
I stay with it
Too many pussyholes carrying weapons
I'm so icy, man wanna pree me 24/7
Manna got Megaman queffers
Manna get dropped in 21 seconds
One more breathand
No doubt I will sink
Take all my pride
And hope I don't notice
As it comes to pass
7 eyes won't fit behind this glass
Is it any
that they could find?
But they couldn't escape from you
Couldn't be free of you
And now they know there's no way out
And they're really sorry now for
still progressin'
This is tick, tick-tick, I'ma blow up any second, yeah
We the best, bitch, ain't no fuckin' question
It's six, six-six, 'til it's
I told her that she can't fuck me like a king no more
I told her she gotta make love to me like I'm a emperor, a emperor
Man, I done got money
blocking
Acting like some goalkeepers
There's a reason for everything
My niggas kill for no reason
Camo shorts, the whole deal
All-black hoodie, I'm
let her pull my ponytail
Second grade, took my mama weddin' ring, took that bitch
To show-and-tell, now I'm married to the game to no avail
Grounded
Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain't got no aim
Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
And I stay with
Over by the wildwood, hot summer night.
We lay in the tall grass, til the mornin' light come shining
If I had my way I'd never get the urge
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