Lyrics:
a lumberjack
And me gettin' hit back
It won't be none of that
I'm untouchable
You see me in 3-D
When I let the rhythm
Hit another M.C.
Lyrics made of lead
through
I've got no hands on the wheel
But I'm drivin' by feel
And I got you sewn up and surrounded too
Take you down the track in a burlap sack
chat to me
So w'appen Dre? Tell me wah di fuck ah gwan nuh
Creepin' down the back street on D's
I got my Glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
No
bring them back again
Stillness, you know that it brings
supreme and suffocates our only dream
No birds sing here, they're flown away
They didn't
here
And it's there in the mirror
And it's up in the air
And I'm down on the ground
By the way
I'm going for cigarettes
And since you've gotta go
won't ask you no more questions
To the stories only Hank could tell
Back then they called him crazy
Nowadays they call him a saint
Most folks don't
on back, ready for the long haul
Tossed by the winds and the seas
I'll drag 'em all down to hell and I'll stand 'em at the wall
I'll sell 'em to their
the stare
Of the Wild Eyed Boy said "Stop, Freecloud
They won't think to cut me down"
But the cottages fell
Like a playing card hell
And the tears on the face
heads is all that's seen through his eyes
I'm breezing on by, and no doubt, it's easy to fly
But it's even better when you slow down or ease to the side
through
To teach important things to you
He'll teach you things you won't forget
Like numbers and the alphabet
(pic of Herry monster in red-white
Back in the country
Living on the Double E
In the sunshine of her life.
There's a really young filly
But Mom and Daddy won't let her leave.
Whatever its gonna take to bring you oo down sea
Give em' and inch they'll take a mile
Knife in your back all with a smile
Don't be surprised when they
heads is all that's seen through his eyes
I'm breezing on by, and no doubt, it's easy to fly
But it's even better when you slow down or ease to the side
Back in the country, living on the Double E
In the sunshine of her life
There's already a young fellow but Mom and Daddy won't let her leave
Mom
by Queensway
When I met a friend of mine
He said, "Come on back, back to my pad
We will have a nice time
If you pick me up, row me on
Bring me in,
it's much too late for me
To take a second look
Oh baby, give me one more chance
(To show you that I love you)
Won't you please let me
(Back in your
is cause he's got one arm around my mama now
And he sure did love Miss Audrey and raisin' hell
I wont ask you no more questions to the stories only
that brings me back
'Cause baby I want all the strings attached
It's like always and forever
I won't let a moment pass
And when I'm with you I feel
be like Fat Joe, and bring the lean back"
Then I said
If you wanna go hard tonight
Well then the smoke and the bottle are on me, ah
Slip into
energies floating by?
You ain't gotta pick them all
Some energies people are gonna go and pick
Won't fit them all
Some energies dem evil in disguise
When I feel my soul scream out at night
I know you're not far
You need a better disguise
This one won't win any prize
Burn it up, burn it down
he's there all day
Just say "Vay is mir!" and he'll kick into gear
He'll bring you lots of cheer and maybe bagels with some shmeer
Just grab your
and flying
By rocket to the moon
By airplane to the rocket
By taxi to the airport
By front door to the taxi
By throwing back the blanket
Hanging down
old
Daddy keeps busy in the aftenoons playin' cards by himself
And he shouldn't be shovelin' that first snow, but you know he won't take the help
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