Lyrics:
friends, still be together in the end
When our bodies laying dormant, food for worms and thought before us
As together we stay haunted by the things that
something and feel something stalking us
Like and ugly thing floating at our back calling us names
You see it and hear it too
But you say it got a right
line
Just gettin' by with a little bit of overtime
But don't count Harley out cause he ain't the quittin' kind
He stares at that computer with one
on the slave ship
Will they turned their back?
I gotta face this
Feelin out of place, shit
I'm In a different state, shit
Never hear me complainin, I'm in
And still I'm kind of fiendish when I'm at this
Been doin' this for eons, peons best to catch this
Vision of excellence, precise rappin' ability
'Bout
Sit back now
Let me tell you a tale
Where justice does not prevail
About an ill-fated life
So very full of strife
Where two wrongs do not make
kind this world will ever see
Nothing short of a crime to deny the promise within
We'll go our own ways and hope they lead us one day
Back down together
a man possessed
To lead the town in praise
You slicked back that gunmetal hair
You looked more wolf than man up there
All shoulders hunched and feral
even speak the same kind of language"
"They want to know if he still got it" - Dr. Dre
"Plug my mic back in, let me begin" - Classified
"I'm on the mic,
to you as you look back at me with your eyes laid on (eyes laid on)
Everything that you ever wanted but I hate that (I hate that)
You've been taken by
her, open it laid
She was told by her father: it's much to late
They're never gonna let you in anyway
And she said: you know, it's never too late
To be
This is my life
Imma grind like I like
I'd rather die than fall behind
All these Money & Chicks
Things ain't the same no more
I'm back flipping over
and I'm getting things done.
But right about two I get this little tiny migraine.
It starts with my eyes, and moves to the back of my neck,
And moves
joy and my emptiness, laid out beside me on my way
What it means to stand here, come what may
The years and the months, the weeks, they all pass day by
sorta live
Sound like the kind of groove
I could rap over
Got drunk off the beat then I was back sober
Bring that part back, yea I'mma murder that
Donny
I've got a feeling and a knowledge
Kind of criss-crossing
One keeps quiet
The other keeps talking about
cll of the things I keep inside for good reason
Fabulous:wasted my time) umm well trying to deal with man kind (Louie Culture:and that?s a very hard thing to do) oh my lord but it tickles in the back of my mind
any kind of scene in, uh, London. I used to go out and play my guitar
in the streets and sing things with um, passin' the hat 'round. I remember one
you
By the way, you've been uninvited
'Cause all you say are all the same things I did
Copycat trying to cop my manner
Watch your back when you can't
Kick back cooling
This that music that make you go lose it
You ‘gon pop one, you ‘gon pop off if they try abuse it
You in big whip, whipping big shit
Dear God, bring our p-o-ws' home
And our brothers on lockdown, home
Amen!
Jeah! back blocked on everybody laptop
Hittin' niggas from da shower,
things they still ain't even thought of yet
A good homie is hard to come by
But most times you get done by the ones you trust most
So, I gotta
up yeah
All you show is love yeah
But right now my life's kind of tough
Am I being tested tested tested by God
Am I being tested tested tested by God
Ascending
Jazz beats
Laid back like the dentist
Back n fourth
Its simpler than tennis
Or thats what I thought
But I wasn’t really ready
Cause things aint
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