Lyrics:
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
of this shame
Are we 7 fucking millions of insanes ?
Black hole powered weapons
Black hole powered weapons
Black hole powered weapons
Black hole powered
Mister Frankie Diamond was my best friend We were partners in a business down on see & 7th
Nothin' ever got this good brother down He was a real
a second,
Let me think for a second
Red Bandana, Red Lexus
Top notch nigga hoes call me black and sexy
Top notch whip on that good drink from Texas
Got
I put the name Microphones on the tapes I would make late at night after work at the record store. I was already by then a couple years deep into
Heat the gas to ignite that hate
We the by the fireplace
See the ash and revive that pain
Me and Shaggs gon' annihilate
Dilate, we cannibals, famished
built up my own fucking Private Island!
Bangarang, Captain Hook
Black mustache and a dapper look
I'm the feather in the cap of the seven seas
And you
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
Kim
Black love, you know we don't get a chance to see too much of that
I don't wanna be without you
I don't wanna be without you
Oh-oh, ooh
Seven
Lik-like-like-like we always do
About this time
Ha! You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want
Come on, 7
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
this the only way I know how
By goin' up even if I'm so down
Never slow down
Sold out the show now
I'm so proud
They're all here and now they all know
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're beating us with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if
a 30-second flash frame
Dirty cooperative Neptune bloom head-trip split
Fantastic! Fathom the splicing of major league low lifes
With anti hero earthworm
of his hand, like time
And no sickle can cut the weed grown on this land which is owned by none
Where an hourglass stands with the precious seconds
Do you think the singularity is the profound?
That the black holes are the same and now
We gaze in strivings into the void
Searching for once more
can't hide
Seven guns for degradation
Three cheers for cruel tradition
Red, white and black eyes forever
I think of a story my father told me about
dungeon, and summon up the second comin'
People started runnin', aliens with hair like Rastafarians
Captured, placed inside of aquariums, studied by
a simple correction
Some people ask if it's faked for the election
What's fabricated is the cloth for my protection
Going sicko mode means 2-4-7 lockdown
No
on the way
Let me be the first to say
That I'll stomp you out in dirt
Till my white laces are submerge by red clay
And I wont digress Im way more malcolm x
(It's P$G) (Plug)
(Yudigg)
Uh
5.7 blue tip bullets they ripping through you and your homie
Hoe I got it on me
He was just flexing that cash on his
like a monsoon (monsoon)
Pull up in a white coup
By the time that I'm done it's gonna have a red roof
Killing it with Kung Fu
All my brothers they will
[I - The forbidden words]
[II - Incantation]
[III - Passage of time]
[IV - The silent threat]
[V - Archilles heel]
[VI - Covenant of souls]
[VII -
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