Lyrics:
mentally can he really play ball
Dumbfounded by out the ghetto conversations
His mentality's oh so so small
Get the cream
Get the hoes
Get the cars
He
Below the lid of a vast rounded monument
Trickling of gristly vestiges and whacked hopes
Enhanced by the horrible excess of fetid exhalation
Below the lid of a vast rounded monument
Trickling of gristly vestiges and whacked hopes
Enhanced by the horrible excess of fetid exhalation
were bruised and they were battered by the breeze
Searching for a place
To be free
Sun burn summers and
Frost by winter
The kids were plainly
were bruised and they were battered by the breeze
Searching for a place
To be free
Sun burn summers and
Frost by winter
The kids were plainly
eighteen wheeler Mack's
in the truck lanes, from the rugged grains
of Shaolin soil, the red wolves be prowlin
Howlin over the shit that got
[Dead men tell no tales.
Up push the daisies till the soil is stale
In a powder blue tux for the farmer's sale
Mr. big sleep with the carp
Mutilated by Depths
Infernal wounds, lacerated, eviscerated.
Miscellaneous razorblades are piercing my flesh,
My blood spurts, stains and soils
ponury dżaz
Wiedz że to siedmiu mężów się zbiera
By jako duchy ostrzegać was
O o ta sinobroda
To upiór strzyga i wamp
Um plim pli um plam pla
Brzdęk
to the shore by the watchers of the bay
I wait, til I come back like a tsunami
Never microwave like the watchers of the weight
I'm wrapped in aluminum foil, I do
And fill your mind with pleasant thoughts of champagne by ya tub
Rose petals as you walk you know the floor don't need ta see ya
I got that good stroke
England, that's what I named my son: Knight
He was born to be one, that's how my game was won
White 740 Beamer, licked by an angel's tongue
I'm livin'
the Bay where we hyphy and go dumb
From the soil where them rappers be gettin' their lingo from
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when
Can't switch up Stayed down for myself
Imma have us when there's nobody else
Nigga throwing shots um um um um
Mad that im On em' at the top top top
The light retracts
Unforgiving and black
I see the face of destruction
Our soil never settles
Our conscience never clean
Our prayers are nothing but
Empty
the soil from which they came
Guard each galant warriors claim
I am the soil from which they came
Westwind with your splendure
Take my sisters by the hand
with sancocho
That mashed up plantain mofongo
That arroz chicken and pollo
I pour libations in soil
It's three leches and Goya
It's the leftovers in
Shades are rising above my head
Voices whisper a name
A coat of ice is covering me
A breath of decay drifts away
"The soil is your father, don't
The court is risen
From the bowels of a wilted village flooded in quarrel
Beneath the trees breathes the blood pact to reclaim our soil
cut that should be a scar by now
I need the hope I always tell my friends about
I need the hope I always tell my friends about
I sleep with
Shades are rising above my head
Voices whisper a name
A coat of ice is covering me
A breath of decay drifts away
"The soil is your father, don't try
Drowning in fire where it never rains
Burning desire has all the waters drained
Waves of the flood leave the world in flames
Soil's boiling blood
Tales of wisdom and of majesty
Where the clouds are just like human beings
Kill the fear dipping your souls into soil
All these red suns come and go
This barren wasteland, your utopia has died
Consumed by greed and lust
This is our final absolution, erased and burnt
This barren wasteland,
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