Lyrics:
the stress takes another 0 and 1 lead
Ain't been the same since the ? let it bleed through me
So I joined the twenty-seven entertainer heaven
And live it up
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
7,
Build them, praise them, bury them, dead them,
I was born to be half a man with half a chance,
My heart is in halves,
Half is righteous, half is
The guy at 7-11 knows the way to Heaven, says he's been there
His heart stopped beating when he had a mattress meeting with his friends where I would not go
I take a gulp
Fuckin’ with a nigga
That’s strong enough to face the hulk
44 long cuz Shorty was all wrong
Thought he was thugged out
Now his face is
(La la la)
Just clean me out once again
When he comes back he'll bring back seven
More wicked than he ever was
And make me their home just because
But
And if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash
I ain't tryin' to waste my career on y'all
Even scuffle with y'all, waste gear on y'all
But if I gotta go
(am)….out across the milky way (a7)
But by far (dm)the strangest things …. they could happen (dm7) any day (fmaj7)
And finally…. there’s a man from Notting
quickly gathered
And smoked the burner out
With a noose around his neck
He sermonized the crowd:
'The dead may proof I'm guilty
My innocence I plead
glance
Of the glory of God in the East
He worships in his way.
For this is done by wreathing his body
Seven times round with elegant quickness.
For he
gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings
joined us last night around 6 or 7
We were improvising on a piece of music
That he said sorta reminded him of Bill Evans
It sounded good to me, it
the dead
Sheriff in the yard, here comes the rest
I sat like a ghost, they all passed by
My girl cried baby this'll be my last bye
Baby in her arms
She
Yeah, Jedi Mind
Vinnie Pazienza, the Enemy of Mankind
Servants in Heaven, Kings in Hell
Horrorcore, yeah, walk with me
I pop a pill and zone
My
by His embrace like I'm back in the fam again
Es una fiesta when the servants kill the fattened calf
Gave me a fresh fit - it was the best robe
dead at twenty-seven
All your songs have unraveled in my head
They're not worth my time again
Hanging on to the world by a thread
We'd give, but we got
and incantations summon living fire,
As the seven steps await, hear the great bell toll
With a dead man's bones conjure, the enemy of the soul
From the misery
the type of young bull to put a lion to sleep (GRrrrr)
You probably wouldn't guess it by his presence
The young ruddy boy looking handsome
(Yea)
A servant
Let's get it
I'm on some lit shit
I got a red coat
Now you a dead hoe
My heart is frozen I told her to let go
Upping the musket
He kicked the bucket
Air
And if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash
I ain't tryin' to waste my career on y'all
Even scuffle with y'all, waste gear on y'all
But if I gotta go
treaty
A servants robe now hides our mothers glory
And the sun's light is shadowed by a crossbeam
Thus came the Curse of Constantine!
Okay, so this is Outlaws Mind. It will be track number five on the seven
track album, Outlaws Mind, but there is a long pause for a little
Danny Bonaduce?
Um, no, it's
He's ripped, ripped I'm telling you
I heard he's a little, you know, fallen on the deep end, maybe
Oh, yeah, well
He's gonna
Come to wet the party up, and whoever in it
Got one gun that shoot for 7 minutes
I'm done shitting, niggas never spit it
I'm high class, niggas'
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