Lyrics:
some kid said I was there
Thеn they caused a riot (Tyler's here)
Now I'm surrounded by a 25 hound
Of fuckers tryna get a photo
All because they noticed
to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains
There's more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in crooked line
The less I seek my
Dreaming is dead, and no one does it anymore
This waking life is interpreted much like a metaphor
Except for your only guarantee is there's an end to your
to play,
This game of life is high stakes,
Since Kunta Kinte,
Never got no equal pay,
but I'm still supposed to pay,
As if I made the same rate,
Chased by
records as well
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli's verbal a**ault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorious B.I.G. and several
Tyson
Do right by Kong
Leave a fuck nigga wet on floor like my dyson
She fine like song...
Leave a bitch pussy wet at the shore
Water fountain
Turn
know
I know you'll be there
Oh oh oh!
There ain't no better feeling
I'm surrounded by your love
I can never get enough
You got me Pfening for your touch
called Claire (Hello?) she was at home, you wasn't there
I'm like ahh hell naw, dawg she wouldn't dare
Dare she did, went to the club, there she is
of the song, supplied by cody gillespie-lynch
On a south pacific ocean, on a south pacific shore,
A legend was written on the sand,
For a man of peace was
Wall Street Journal analysis
The rates of companies by speed Paine-Webber
Merryl Lynch, no other than Solomon Brothers
Banking system with my
Would've swore to Gardens that I was dead
Big X was right ain't one motha fucca alive
With a bulletproof forehead
And I'm feelin faint
Knowin my insides is
see you
Is this a nightmare
Is this a nightmare
Oh, is this a nightmare
You were right there
Oh, you were right there
Is this a nightmare
Oh, is this
Taking off the bars from the cell is how I make my living
Lord not be smitten by the cage and the angry men willing
Sta cat to lines with
Taking off the bars from the cell is how I make my living
Lord not be smitten by the cage and the angry men willing
Sta cat to lines with
FACECZAR, CZARFACE
This that third world shit
Far from the norm
Always where the action is
Monumental (CZARFACE)
Yo
G by nature, cop a new V
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the show
There is nothing to be seen or be heard
I'll be first to talk, yo, there is nothing but empty seats
There is a fountain
Filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel's veins
And sinners plunged, beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains
Lose all
Remember the fountain, it's spilling like words from my mouth
And you hear me, but can't figure out
What I mean by my metaphors, or when, why, or how
and awe, she amazed, surmised
And Dali paints a ghastly night
Ghostly by accounts of those men who write
Imagine what we'd do if no one knew
What's red is
and your kind, because our kind is the best kind!
Man-kind is shit, harry! our kind will get rid of your kind, just like wiping off this fountain pen,
Life, Look, Pic, Peek always print a beautiful cast
And another thing they love
Is a certain photograph
You take the Time, Tide, Newsweek,
There's no regrettin’ anymore
It's worth the wait, even so far away
I'm makin’ the night mine until the day I die
No lights to brake when you're hangin’ by
understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is,
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for
by the substances that subdue minds
Giving up our worth to save Nibiru has become our lives
Their nature is of war indoctrinating in our culture
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