Lyrics:
rock shit down like he can't get no visits
One, two, three, four
Rock the whole world like the Rolling Stone tour
Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb
by its cover
Though you appear as materialistic, just like the others
So I followed your words to take 'em in
And I don't see what you saying so
be used to this.
Nothing nice to say, sticks and stones
I blew it now and I'm all alone
Let me take you back I was only joking
My mouth is shut but
the stone
Check the time on the clock, what's it read?
Feathers from the heavens call to me
Watching my home
Take my breath
Short of time
Ruins
dependency
Stick by my side so we can fight the same fights
Balance each other out with variation and contrast
I can sense it
Those parallels and dynamics
hot
Pulled up with my stick cause you a dog
Take you out myself don't need no mob mentality
Pull you down like gravity
No stone in the gauntlet still
I'm a
Champion
Through hurt and pain and suffering
I've won
Picked myself up and kept going
Sticks and stones can shatter bones, but I pieced em
last time
Searching always leads to something
Fuck them all they said I was nothing
Sticks and stones may break my bones
When I think I'm all alone
Mama
casting stones
In hopes to make us drones
Planned illusions fill our domes
Conjured by the media
Like Melisandre's very own
It's all a trap to bring divison
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me
We make of our lives what we choose
Thought you could get even by telling us we suck
You
of pain
I know I'll never be the same
Sticks and stones and mobile phones
Seeing all these kids alone this worlds a broken home
Words break bones like
Another shot (push!)
We hit the spot (push!)
Oh that was hot, a lot
Now push! Push! (push!)
From stick or stone (push!)
To the prick and bone (push!)
said
And even harder when they’re said by a friend
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But I won’t let your hurt me
Your dirty words may sting
But
the block
I take a ruff-neck chicken make stop in stone top
'Cause I roll with the army of sixty-eight
The Privates' don't make the orders it's the General
maps gleefully
Almost endlessly
Climbing forts, being bad
It's what we've never had
Throwing sticks by the brook
Skipping stones till I'm shook
This is
Outhere moving boxes
Like the couriers
Strapped like the army
Sticks and stones
For the warriors
Now this a religion
Let me speak to the followers
All they
We all trip don't stall
Might slip and fall
You know sticks and stones
Might brake your bones
How could I ever let your words affect me
God inside me
Inspired by true crimes
It's not a game, it's nothing to play with
Turn it off then come back the next day
It's here to stay struggle that is
I'm so
Peering deeper - past these catchy tunes
That were over far too soon
Through Fractal sets into abstract, alternate reality
Consciousness expands
Professor X:
"Freedom or death, we shall all be moved. Vanglorious! This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key,
you became a butterfly, a butterfly
I knew you always would
'Cause they were throwing sticks and stones
But words could never break your bones
You
the corner, lurking like zombies
Looking to haunt me
I'm checking my home, so much paranoia
Seeming anointed
These niggas are mad, they coming to hunt me
in stone
You should come visit my zone
Don't take my word, double check all of my flows
Ask 'em how Hussle got on, but fuck what you heard
This is
the feeling I can't do this alone
And I'm building my own road
Stone by stone
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