Lyrics:
fighting
Try to hold on longer
Try to see where this may lead
And I know it's getting harder
It's just life's own mystery
Suffer just to try and make
of decision
The only doctrine, supernatural circumcision
Inwardly, only water can purge the heart
From words to fiery darts
Thrown by the workers of the arts
Euryeth From The Depth Of Fez Morocco
I Live Like A King In My City
I Dance Till My Heart Rush Beating
Practice The Art Of The Samurai Mixed With
Into the voices of a morning breeze
There is soul
There is a soul in Art
Art has a womb
Art has a womb in our hearts
There is beauty history mystery
From the mats of Rio, a warrior's art was born
Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, a code to be sworn
Grappling on the ground, a dance of human chess
Mastering
Oh man, we're all ready at the end
The Art of Happiness
Syllable sensei
Running through your dojo like Netero
Wielding the syntax off the tips of my
You occupy the space inside my mind
After saying fuck it baby I'm gonna just let fate decide
I want to spend the rest of my life
With you by my side
Feel so good
feel so good
it's frigth'ning.
Wish I could,
stop this world from fighting.
La da da da da da la da da da da da da da da
Mysteries
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
to walk with You
Knowing the Mystery
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I know the Mystery
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Everything, everywhere
Filled with Your presence
Piece by piece, made
to know
As we start to see with heart
the course we chart begins to unfold
We plant the seeds, a graceful art
inch by inch & row by row by row
It's not
When you were just a bright little light
You dreamed up answers for every mystery
Now you're living in a young man's body, right
Seems so much harder
Breaking the chains of injustice suffering and pain
He was a man of mystery
Fighting the rich for our liberty
He was a man that came to be known by the name
travelled by the multitude/
remember this when the cops come to fuck with you...
Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/
fighting for freedom, writing
Fighting the dragon
Forward mount zion
I and I a true born African
Leaders of our civilisation
This ya spiritual manifestations
Guided by the mighty fathers
because numerate
I sure ain't
I'm good at fighting, ask Sun Tzu
I taught him all he knows
In the art of shovel-fu
Way back in ancient China
When I met
Feel so good
feel so good
it's frigth'ning.
Wish I could,
stop this world from fighting.
La da da da da da la da da da da da da da da
Mysteries
Feel so good
feel so good
it's frigth'ning.
Wish I could,
stop this world from fighting.
La da da da da da la da da da da da da da da
Mysteries
Yeah I'm out here on my own
The devil's got a hold
I'm fighting for a life
Yeah I'm fightin' for my soul
Yeah I'm tryna' find Tartaria
But can you
see light fighting against darkness
Righteousness against evil
Right battling against wrong
Here comes bondage, struggling for freedom
But have
taking why's right out of mystery, closure
Now we're taking in
All the star exposure!
We eat the leaves and they eat the sun
See that's where all
Consume their souls by the fire which issueth from thy mouth and by the flames which art in thy body."]
The likes of me, F-you-D-G-E brains compete
Wit CP0-three's intelligence
Accompanied by Mike Z-double-O-T
Shabaam Sahdeeq, Skam, Kweli, and Spinna
with the demands given by media's best dressed
Self doubting in excess
You nothing girl nobody here's impressed nah
Na na na I take it as it come in
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