Lyrics:
The Father landed at the highest peak
Dead sea cliff divers saluting east
Don't let the rocks cry out first on God
Teeth and tongue on mountain face, lips
sand becomes my eyes, guided by a sharp green stain.Here finally the origin of my illness, the emerald takes me into its heartLiving shadows rise from
swole cause my brother she hold
Slip deeper in whole
Left by my real soul,
As it moves from my body,
I wish I could go,
But I gotta hold on, until my
then he dead, give a fuck 'bout what he said
Grab a Sprite up out the store and I'ma turn it candy red, oh
Hello nice to meet you, these bullets wanna
My whispering poems My treasures My arch images My
treasures They honour me Dead,
creaking trees They praise me Mute, mossy
rocks They worship me
dead body (Mudboy!)
I mean I definitely want some sounds gonna fuck niggas up
You mothafuckin' doin' it by, you know in situations and what's happenin'
Forces with chariots armed
Dark horses
God will make God ????? and face loses
Seven months to bury the dead
The lord said
Make a feast for the birds
make friends enemies
When we all tryna chase the same loot
Remember Bob had a noose
But as a kid rocks, pocket my triple fat goose
So who are you
[Intro: Bizzy (Playalitical)]
What's goin on, what's up my nuh?
Ay Paul man, roll up some weed, why'knowmsayin?
We 'bout to rock this shit, with
me, dirt tastes dusty
My demons push me and rush me
They got me by the throat like a goat
So I wrote these notes that everybody can see
You know
guarantee
CHRIST done, I was barely, there to see
Warrior wit da sling shot
Gimme 3 rocks,
see how quick a philistine drop
Watch how wicked flee
From my
real, it's real, it ain't hard to feel
The only way to build, still sharp as steel
The Iliad is dead, The Odyssey is over
Found God within me, started
the coastline wraps its arms
around this town
the sky's an open wound
it lifts you up
to hold you down
limestone rocks and sand
bleached by the sun
J:]
I don't get this
Fuck sickness and livin with this
Never get to forget this
Not even on Christmas
No way to dismiss this
What the fuck is this
They
imagined
Magnified by inner-joining ions
Who patronize my likeness and pray for my demise
I despise anyone who decides they live a life of fakeness
Imitating
tricks, when I fix the remix
I twist this disc with emphasis, since
dead presidents took residence, from dollars and cents
I got pull like Magneto
state with a sentence
Frozen weight in a couther
Six plates to soup ya
On due we always cruise
Right by the state troopers
When I'm drinkin with sal
I
dead
That's when my mind's turned upside down
That's when you wish you weren't around
My head is telling me that it's not right,
Your face is
torture style, pass me the scissors, uh
And cut off microscopic pieces of a mirror
Out of stomachly
You can tell the spinal was crumbled
By
a butterfly then crucify the beat
Okay, let's switch to role-play, i'll be the court case you be O.J.
Apply the pressure, right to the letter on the probate
My
be young again someday
Do your job you dirty slob or nobody gets paid
She was standing on the dock trying to hit the moon with rocks
Along came a man
right by while we're trying to decide
Don't lie to yourself, almost ain't good enough
Ain't no no extra lives
Leave 'em alone, how we livin'?
Very own
make in in life
As the weed burns kid I'mma make in in life
Why are we doing this?
Because the families have no love
At the city
Crime found dead eight
[P.P.] Stronghold overthrow the whole fuckin underground
[I.T.] Secretly run, by commercial motherfuckers now
[S.S.] So while you little step-and-fetch
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