Lyrics:
I asked Phyllis its still another day in paradise
Is the heaven for the forever twenty seven
Could it be three years till I'm jammin' with legends?
I
to Landsdown
[Verse 3: Big Juan]
How you gon' lie about the place that you're from?
The house you grow up in, the block that you hung
Politics ain't my
to Landsdown
[Verse 3: Big Juan]
How you gon' lie about the place that you're from?
The house you grow up in, the block that you hung
Politics ain't my
to Landsdown
[Verse 3: Big Juan]
How you gon' lie about the place that you're from?
The house you grow up in, the block that you hung
Politics ain't my
I asked Phyllis its still another day in paradise
Is the heaven for the forever twenty seven
Could it be three years till I'm jammin' with legends?
I
This is the dawning of a new era
This is the dawning of a new era
I met a girl from area three
She told me that she worked in a chicken factory
get shot, they don't tell the cops nothin'
So keep on bouncin', rock a 3-5-7
[Pacewon]
That Biggie and Pac shit should of taught ya a lesson
the factory was a giant mutant monster
With sixty-seven separate tails
And each one was a-wiggling and a-waving
And each one as long as twenty-three whales
And you're waiting you're not
Breathing holding your breath
Thinking how you gonna live when
You're surrounded by death?
We might be hiding in caves
With all
cold that we should call it "Clash of the Titans"
The Medusa couldn't turn me into stone
I'll decapitate then pick up her head by the pythons
Hahaha
laying on an altar of gold
inside a circle of magical stones
Thousands of Warriors behold the Emperor
As he steps inside the circle offering
all built up
I know Rome wasn't built in a day, I live where I lay
Roaming, rolling stone that begins with an A
Nomadic, know him as the flow addict
smashing records like the cd broke, See Dee
In the back of the stu catching a view of the environment
I over analyze shit entirely
Verse 3: A la $ole
It be
I'm seventeen I can see each step
It's so cold I can see each breath
Stepping stones three feet from gold i'll reach these goals for you and me both
tryna save a bitch, pow right in the kisser)
We didn't drive by we walked him down, put him in a ditch
(It be like that 'cause he's a snitch, pow right
outside like a charity store
But there ain't no clothes in 'em
Just bodies with holes in 'em
1, 2, 3, loads of them
4, 5, 6, casket closed for them
7, 8, 9,
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