Lyrics:
Will fill your soul
Deep in midst of fantasy
Slowly Narrated by Xani Ali
BRK made it all happen you see
Now the come up is heavy
The weight won't exceed
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
golden
Striker Mr. Krabs I got the formula
Creep with the reaper leave you for the coroner
I'm fucking a foreigner, whipping a foreigner
Dropping
to get your lady back
Rehsimmi, get your life back, man
Listening to this album does not guarantee the return of your woman
In fact, we are not
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
like a gorilla straight up out the damn wood
As I a kid man I used to play tug of war, now I grab chicks
By the hair and play rug a war. I'm a king baby
Said my lights are on
I said uh
Welcome to my first album
Poetry
Where I'm from, they geeked up
Riding through town to go re-up
Waving at the cops like
one?
Another one?
Ill Met By Moonlight
Hasn’t released a track
We made it through four
And we haven’t gone back
Don’t get me started on sharks
Swimming
Mastering
Album Artwork by 김민 at __.kinoko.__
Executive Producer 홍이찬
Music Producer 이진
Production 컨텐츠큐브
Album Cover by 새삼스레
MV by 정원영
(Uh huh) Damn, so this album is all freestyles
Let's talk about love
Let's talk about heartbreak
Let's talk about triumph
Let's talk about all these
People to these street I'm holding My 5
Sadly In life You don't come out Alive
This shit is funny it makes Me To cry
Foreigners no fit to 'sabi the vibe
believe it's been six albums already?
Why, it seems like only yesterday
That I single-handedly started this two-person band all by myself!
And definitely
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
centuries we'll make crews sing
No matter what record label we stay stable
Pick up the album we're never on cable
Crews cross over but not Main Source
Album : Parade of chaos (2002) We march like fools in a parade of chaos. We march like fools in a parade of chaos. While we sing their praises. Led
centuries we'll make crews sing
No matter what record label we stay stable
Pick up the album we're never on cable
Crews cross over but not Main Source
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
ain't do it for fame
Boy, you know it's just (me)
By my goddamn self, all alone I don't need no help
One army, it's just (me)
I gotta get it and go, I
make a plan, a plan
The man who made this album
I hope the outcome
Is how I wanted
I am being taunted
By idiots
Y'all is hideous
This album shall be
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
the Crusades but not the Alamo
These foreigners are looking for some toe to toe
Our minutes left in silent holy space are numbered
By a European clock that ends
a warning
The foreigners opened fire
We scored a direct hit
That changed the coded orbit oh oh
Oho no
We drifted on and on and on
Lightyears away from home
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