Lyrics:
under his breath, he cursed me
Niggas is thirsty I heard it's a drought
Up early, servin' from their grandmother's house
Sometimes the ghetto feels
throwin up sevens
When we rock hits to the sky throw em up to the heavens
Us and crews clash no more we built it from poor
Me and Royce hit and restore
Batterram's rollin task force swarm
Pigeons squawk with the talk of a new high
Controlled by the man whose plan is genocide
Intense is a sense of ignorance
When
to be first
The dead know nothing
The living put away the hurst
The heart man is evil
Love possessions on the earth
The foolish claim they're wise
But
strength
Every man dwelling in a palace of peaceful prosperity
Founded by the life which brought man to his high perch
Their fruits come in the form
and built a little ranch on a plot of land
Now papa as a grown cowboy he still loved to roam them open plains
He would saddle up his pony and go
And you
Rock and C.L. Smooth comin' atcha
When I date back I recall a man off the family tree
My right hand Poppa doc I see (woo)
Took me from a boy
life.
A life through which I'm hurled
Lies, lies upon this side and that
Truthless violence deception mourned by the wise.
Thousands of voices drowning
father everyday
Lean on him, not me
Build my house on solid rock
Not sand I'm not a foolish man
Yeah, I lean on him
He my kickstand
I follow him
And all
life
A life through which I'm hurled
Lies, lies upon this side and that
Truthless violence, deception, mourned by the wise
Thousands of voices drowning
builts his house on the rock
And the rain fell and the floods came And the winds blew
And beat on that house
But it did not fall
They gonna loose
So
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
Ladies and Gentleman
We got MC Shan and Marley Marl in the house tonight
They just came from off tour and they want to tell you a little story
They that trust in their wealth, and boast themselves in the multitude of their riches;
7 None of them can by any means redeem his brother, nor give
Some 9-5 & some move bricks
From Birmingham & man do this
& we all stick by the code
Don't step out the house unless
You plan to bring it home
Don't
Crucified while they just provide to the genocides
Scripts devised only heard the words but felt like hell within his eyes
I didn't know that families
enough to sell em
Approclamation what detoxication
(Ay yo Cam's in the house) A three rock occasion
Whoa I'm so high you're so high
What the fuck
maiden, I was made by an Irish man
He was a guitar man from Texas and he played his six strings hot
He was a renegade leader of a Cherokee band before they
Jacob’s ladder
The holy man announced his plan
to turn wine back into water
He was strung up by the drunken mob
chanting the time for miracles is over
A house of pain built upon
This broken frame
Demonic false idols fulfill their role
Unrecognized by the blind
Hidden under cloaks, they hold full control
called home
The spell he wove at six years old, so he could save his soul
These walls he built so he could just protect
This house he'll find, stuck in
come back with the nine
I'll murder ya man, come back with his shines
I tote two guns, I don't care if you box, I don't care if you blind
I spit in your
my way
It's a lovely day, yeah it's a lovely day
To go and kill a fucking cop and dance upon his grave
Imma burn your house down I'm the arsonist
picked up by some scary madda fakka
His name was Harry
He was really hairy
It's actually very
Scary, hairy Harry
Where are You going Said the man When I
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