Lyrics:
what I wanna pop, 'til the "Body Rot" stop
Generation X, I am the mastermind, general militants seven times, revolution rebellious, totally out of line
I
Twenty four, twenty four, seven
Twenty four, twenty four
Twenty four, twenty four, seven
Twenty four, twenty four
You were right all along
Heaven's
Twenty four, twenty four, seven
Twenty four, twenty four
Twenty four, twenty four, seven
Twenty four, twenty four
You were right all along
Heaven's
tryin' to prove
To they homies that they can hang by dealin' with me
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
I never did time on a murder yet
'Cause I
They found an empty bottle on her windowsill
The day her mother lost her sleeping pills
She was sick and tired of being invisible
Hard to see in
you hater criticize
So captivated by your phony lies
You shoot your best shot at my demise
Shocked at the way that I bounce back up and rise
24/7
to a fricassee, can't lie
At the time it never bothered me, at the bar
Getting my thug on properly, my squad and me
Lack of respect for authority, laughing hard
(ALEPH-TAV)
On the 120th Jubilee
You will see
The alpha and omega
Holy and sublime
Getting souls to step up
To the divine
Towards the heavens
Both
is coming
rebel in the heavens go seek
judgement rebel in the heavens eleven times seven
fear no demons
gods got your back
have no fear
if you
arm--It's on
I party like a rap star, baby the facts are
The third time's a charm
So meet me by the Eiffel Tour
Bring a bottle of Dom
[Cee-Lo]
I am
You're walking like an angel in heaven
In the night I see an angel in you
In my lonely dreams I count to seven
And I call you baby
Know that it
and get ya
Sit back and really get the picture
This life, yeah, it done ate away, hard times never stayed away
But one thing I know day to day, I'mma do
Come sit under the heavens with me
Watch the time go by slowly
I know that you know that the truth is hard to swallow
I don't think the shrooms hit
and unprepared
Open your eyes, there's a heaven everywhere
If you look hard enough
Some nights I make believe
You and me win the lottery
Turn in the ticket
better my station
Take my baby to sophistication
She's seen the ads, she thinks it's nice
Better work hard - I seen the price
Never mind that it's time
better my station
Take my baby to sophistication
She's seen the ads, she thinks it's nice
Better work hard - I seen the price
Never mind that it's time
played the field for the longest time
Was in and out of love
Oh I, oh I payed the price
Tell me can you comprehend what you make me feel
Heaven only knows
forty-nine
Seven times heaven is you and I
I need a beer
I need some wine
I need some hard liquor in my time
I need a...
A little bit of...
A little bit
The time is close now, the end is near
My walk through the valley, trails of fear
I feel empty, my penance overdue,
I guess it's too late now
One time for my freaks
That know what to do when I
Skeet, Skeet! That like it
Hard, rough, face down, ass up
Yes sir! That like their hair pulled
holding
The time's already here
I know it's hard to let go
Like I point the way
'Cause we can do this on our own
We were made to walk by faith
I'll tell
fly as son of a gun, son
Of a stunna yep, high as a 7-5-7 goin'
To heaven no
Weezy F your reverend
Preach about me I'm the God, 1-7
Apple and E
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
Heaven go away
Heaven go away
Heaven go away
Heaven go away
Heaven graces me today
Why
Hit the block
Hustling hard dodging the squad car
Popping off, running your charms
Front of the fire star
Die hard, living to feel, killing is my job
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