Search results for 'd layer' Page #63

leave a bad taste?
We'll be bringing back a golden age
I'm a wife the Lady of Rage (Baby D)
Have her purring like a kitten while she burning sage, Sekhmet

Oh you never thought I'd do this did ya
Well alright
They say I'm lit
Now I don't how to act now
On the phone, I hear haters in the background
I was

I got drunk at your funeral
But I don't think you would mind
I got sick in my parent's car
But they let it slide that night

There's a thick layer

Like we
Shoveled ain't a
Peek
Of
Hope

Tryna be a
Pillar
While y'all
Pilling
Off
My
Layers

Like a
Orange
Yo
Hold on

Everything that
Anybody ever
Do

and bred to be a demonheadbussa
Yea you know how we do Ryanz Mike Murphy aka The Bondservant and my boy Ja know what I'm Saying and My Boy D we in da house

on the state that I'm in
I'mma win, I'mma be what I wanted to be 
From the day that I said I'd begin (When I began)
Out the bin, man I been through thick

manners, stand up, free lunch with it
Collection getting good, you'd think I'm Grievous with lightsabers
Slash it out, rap it out's how I fuck with it
It's

in my favor
I'm down to flesh
'cause I've stripped off all my layers
Receiving the thoughts and prayers
From those who do not care
Why would they, they

Wockesha in my cup n*gga
Street n*ggas do real figures
from state to state imma brick layer Slide around in that wide body
With a hot thotty she a big body

fucking cares
Bitch Im stepping out my layer
Eating Mary Jane eclairs
My baby think I'm cheating
Phone blow up from money affairs
But No one cares
Heavy

signed
But they own your precious skills and the knowledge in your mind

You'd resigned yourself believing it will always be the same
You had your fill

think of how you'd react
A static state of mind
A sudden breakthrough, a final fatal find
I know I'm not the first of my kind

But I just wish for a break

change his ways, story becomes 3-D
Words deserve pictures, livin' and breathin' [?]
Words to miracles you only can hope in
See the best we all doin' is

Dead Body Disposal

Kool G Rap

The Pre-Kill, Vol. 2

2012

can of pepper spray
to coat the pieces the smell is unbearable
Hold the first layer of bag beautifully
that'll keep animals from tearing open the bag

Band-aids on my face, I hide my hands, I don't know when to stop
Paint another layer over, scrub another friendship off
Squeeze in my ribs, like I'll

Layers Thompson is this real
Is it real
Dunzo Donalds is it real
It's real baby
Wish that I could write raps with a calculator
Dunzo feels

I don't want to hear another one of your excuses like I had before 

You thought that I'd forget about what you did to me when I hit the floor

I

Never seeing what I'd known
Or capable of locating a home
Not understanding what could last
Or what might disintegrate, be left deep below
What might

Yuh
God it feels so good to be back
Like I never left
Yuh
Sheesh
What'd he say?
Nothing stays the same
Except me my darlin'
Except me my darlin'

of this world
Out out of this world
I'm out this world
Out of this world since my motherfucking birth
I go where there is no ozone layer
Your so not there

Girl, I be thinking about you every night
Can't see a life without you, swear to God that I'd be terrified
Life's a gamble like some pair of dice, I hit

go fuck all the doubters and haters
Gotta free myself from the layers and become one of the players
Rollin' through cities a million lights and weed,

Please don’t tell me who you think I am Oh I’d love to hear your thoughts
Be wary of my quiet disposition
Your words are fuel for my master plot

Let it manifest, reveal your destiny
Go now and get dressed in layers of anxiety
Clouds outside the window, the storm is sentient
Desperately seeking