Lyrics:
Closed off he took her by the hand and coughed/to cover an understanding loss/
Perhaps this stake could be put across/without saying whether it was
soldier, timeless, through and through
Well, I's with Custer and the 7th in '76 or '77
Scalped at Little Big Horn by the Sioux
And the tears
been snapping cats spinal bones
(em)barras them in front of women take their little titles home
Bear in mind I come from an era in time
Where you
of stock
I'm vouched by kings, shoutouts to crew
The rowdy mob
So count the rings you're bowing to
More than a Saudi prince that's
Browsin' through an Audi
fires with you?
Forced to cut you down just another enemy
The road long fought to victory
Cancerous poisoning anchored by this weakest link
Turn your
no reason to stand on my own feet;
Every single victory is met with another defeat.
I may have won the battle, but I fucked the war.
Encased in a black
Seeing them declaring defeat
Set the victory and never really feels like it’s complete
Do you really just see this, the world is faring down
Do a nice
a hunger
Will leave your heart cold
A man who knows victory
And also defeat
Will find himself sittin’
In a heavenly seat
Fortune looks precious on a big
in Greek mythology
Nike is the goddess of victory and that lit to me (we lit)
The weed has a litany, the side effects, they get to me
That shit
function
Pain was the main ingredient for us to paint something
Victory around the corner, 'bout to have that stage jumpin'
Usually I'm workin', but tonight
victories all will now be pyrrhic
Give us one last kiss before you sell out
We’ll miss you when you spell out generic
‘Cause all we ever wanted was a solid
victory or defeat
I say I'm everything and more
And you can't tell me any different
You new rappers cool but you far from competition
The best white rapper
ex-it, bury me a legend who was historic it was destined,
It's all drawn out by the most high check the sketches
I-neva failed I've only absorbed
make no enemies
They just get mad at my victory
Doin it lyricaly
Runnin with so many legs
Ima centapeed
I am the missing peace
I am the missing
always ends the same
now the fishes on the TV fly in circles all the same
like little children terrified by what they can't explain
but when the suburb
[ VERSE 1: Threat ]
Fresh out my khaki fatigues
All you B.G.'s, you little leagues
??? run deep down in my genetic code, my DNA, frequent
can't stand seeing you sneaking up my arse!
I get ill when I see what people do for cash
How little love means and everyday it means less
[Chorus: Lil' Wyte]
Jus' the good 'ole boys - hangin' out geddin' high
Jus' the good 'ole boys - watchin' cops ridin' by
Jus' the good 'ole boys - sittin'
won't let me be
Camped on my back
Man, all I need's a little victory
Some rest from this attack
[Chorus]
There must be more to life than this
[words & music by Thomas C. Hansen]
No more time to waste
Let's fly into space
Crossing the universe
I can see the star light
With the speed
and rioting can occur with little or no warning
Cheering and youthful pilgrams on the streets by the millions
And a command from her majesty
To order our
victories and defeats
That slip through the cracks of history
We're just two little people in the sea
But know that it meant everything to me
I can't forget
by one and got carried out by six
Straight up like amalia, this is my deadly fix
Simon it's worth it, to me it is
To die for the Hache, and that's
by one and got carried out by six
Straight up like amalia, this is my deadly fix
Simon it's worth it, to me it is
To die for the Hache, and that's
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