Lyrics:
doctrines of bail
Causin' people to fail
Keepin' the third in jail
His word is nail
Everything to the tree
Severing all of me
From all that I used to be
need no help
Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
We never met, but best
through)
Goodbye, doesn't mean a thing with you and I
Or love has stood through all the test of time (yes it has)
If you're planning to leave me behind
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
disaster
I keep it live
Time more than '85
And my third eye got me thinkin'
Mabye you and I should get together for whatever
You never in ya long
didn’t quite get that, can you repeat that one more time?"
Satoshi started to dance with mister laptop in his hands
He said: "Get ready to take notes, here
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
nothing about them, and no one cares
Aladdin and The Forty Thieves
Enhanced by brand new special effects
Saddam and his cow disease spiced up
With some
nothing about them, and no one cares
Aladdin and The Forty Thieves
Enhanced by brand new special effects
Saddam and his cow disease spiced up
With some
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
We living
In a third world country
Just follow the rivers
And mountains
I am surrounded by boundaries
I am far away
I am far away
Living in a third
From the first time I saw you, you were looking hot
You were strung up in your coup, in your topless drop
I see bags on the passenger side, I see
Not the platinum she was after
"He fully got the color right and
It’s so perfect, I’m like, ‘Don’t make
Me fly out to Paris every time
I need to color
Nah let his hand swing
I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings
No more said, knew your chump ass was dead
When I saw the four
faster than your destiny
And I'd love you my once and future queen
Tell me that you love me, one more time
Lady, it feels so good to hear you say
Right back at you again and um
Tonight I'm bringin' you somethin' new, somethin' special
(Get ratchet ya bitch)
You see the highlights of a life
Torrent, if the idea's sound,
A world where thoughts are downed, reasoning profound.
Babies from SF movies, in a hundred years will play,
Time machines by
to antoin my private chef
First we'll eat crab legs, by candlelight
Then sip wine by the fire for the rest of the night
And if the time is right, I'll ask you
callin' me?
Well I checked my caller ID
It was just cousin Larry
Callin' for the third time today
My wife said "Let it go to voicemail"
I said okay
Where
I do if I was told
That I have a more special role to play?
What would I do if I could be
A more valuable and loved version of me?
What would I give
as a microphone, murderin' MCs
Let's quote a rhyme from a record I wrote
"Follow the Leader!" ...Yeah, dope!
'Cause every time I stop, you see, just duck
Thinking bout what we are
Thinking bout what we do
What do you mean to me?
What do I mean to you?
How many times have we
Felt the necessity
crash from a bomb blast
Special broadcast, slot time with con cash
It kept the jury quiet, and now a riot will form
While satanic man, now hang in his
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