Lyrics:
that God will impeach
Swallow the chunks which you choke upon
I'm gifted, I know it, still was I wandering in the path
They tell me, "Boy, you
our generations grew
My buffalo skinner said "Sunrise I always knew
Someday I would find the train that carried you
I told my buffalo skinner "I'm glad
I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
When I asked him where are you going
This he told me.
I'm going down to Yasgurs
Committed to the deep now
you're swallowed by the ocean tide
give her time, forgive her
Her whisper is a sweet sound
As she reflects the universe
See I got a bad bitch, she got a habit
I'm 'bout hit it, jump out the whip-whip, shit gon' be tragic
How you gon' fall, make a nigga hold that
Bro
out like the rest of them
Building is all I'm interested in
See them refer to my legacy
Whenever they talk about excellence
I'm more than commited
Will pay off in the end
If we ever could look into fate's mirror
We would never have ended up here
We're distracted by every sin committed
It
off the chemical from something medicinal
I feel invincible
Senpapi original
Simplistic and biblical
(Uh)
(Hold on)
Like Hova, I'm throwing up
Tazmanian, rebel, new Wu tycoon
Two thousand-five lyrics, you'll catch on soon
New entrepreneur, no match to go to war
On tour, blowin smoke out the four by
Black diamonds
Her ass like a black stallions's
Trap housing had a nigga whole gold mouthed Atrocities committed by my whole mob
I hopped off my ass
a little
As you slap that back
I'm so happy, ain't it grand
Warren from the vandals isn't very tan
Just jokin, we love ya, warren
Honk honk, your ska
Sometimes I'm haunted by past
Heard the way tryna get at the topman
No, we aint goin for that
Press all up on the gas, had it steady for anotha attack
All
life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
(Ah!) Yooo! (Yeah! Yeah!)
This is Wyclef, Refugee Camp (L-Boogie up in here)
Prazrel, (Prazrel up in
Back at Tarla's camp
We made promises
To keep in touch
Feelings were hurt by her husband
Who hit Mr. Chilk
In the face with a bottle
Said I’m Reverand T
Peterbilt Wilson
Bud Black III
And Brownbag Johnson
We feed our camp
We leave you damp
We’ll clamp you on the Amp
CHORUS:
in the hood, and reach the top like a zipper// This Is My struggle, I feel a lot like I'm Hitler. concentrating on my camp to get us outta the prison//
they squeezing by
Another body in the street
Trying to say sorry but it's probably on repeat
How you fix that nigga more click clack
Ripping through
are burned off
You better know this book word for word I'm standing on it
We need to look up to Christ because he is in office
The final day he comes
mom's hustlin' she stay stressin' a lot
She was takin' night classes, Make sure I'm passin'
In the private school heavy academic action
By age 8 man I
on the road to glorious Jacksonville
For you that will be such a massive thrill
To visit the mighty lighthouse on the coast
We can setup camp and have a hog
of beasts locked inside the camp
Are softly surrounded by the poison gas
It's just like what the world feared of all those years ago
The stories from 1940
Written by: Steve Rice
I know I missed you party again,
I?ve always had trouble being the man that you want me to be
And I know you wore that
Written by: Steve Rice
I know I missed you party again,
I?ve always had trouble being the man that you want me to be
And I know you wore that
her down, Hall of Fame defense, yeah im never lackin
Pass the city by, im on standby
Phone be stuck on airplane mode, she think im flying all the time
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