Lyrics:
Heard What I Said
Skepta, He Ain't Hear What I Said
If He Can't Hear, He'll Feel Instead
Temple Tourer, Champagne Borer
Witchmore Warrior, Class
watching, witching and my temple was twitching.
Twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch,
Fountain, sweet fountain!
Fountain, sweet
temples
I'm smoking and drinking all by myself
Hoping and wishing I find myself
In the late night catching a vibe by myself
Lord willing we don't die
flesh and bone,
I am a temple of living,
I am a hermit, I am a drone,
And I am boning out a place to be.
With secret garlands about my head
Unearthly
How do I measure up to heights you've been to?
How could I ever love you like you're meant to?
How could a view of my skies light your temple?
How
And if ya sittin on them thangs, watch your ass gettin gaffled
I'm baby cute wit dimple
But be drivin a Benz or catch a slug in the temple
So don't fuck
My body's a temple crowded with ghosts
Hard as I try, I'm never alone
Hear me out
Yeah, I keep it together
Like a smattering of addicts in
the temple
Where they got throat cutters and back stabbers
A life is lost right in front of your eyes, nothing really matters
You just go on living,
– XXX)
Scène I / JE SUIS LE PIED
C’EST LE CHANT QUI MENACE L’ORDRE DU TEMPLE
DANS LES LARMES DE L’ENCENS
SE DRESSE LA RUE EN MOUVEMENT
LASSÉ PAR
street temple, I go.
V7 Husband
Not so fast; Not today, not on your life. Woman, you are my wife, you’ll do as I say.
V8 Fanny
Ezra, on this, you can’t
the concrete
Some gods far below the worlds undiscovered
Set you up to ruin temples to find me on the streets
I'm an alias of who I am a counterfeited fake
(that's sad)
That's sad
So let's make a decision, start a new religion
Yeah, we're gonna build a temple to our love
Orgiastic dances, nymphs in
brought rappers to me, for approval
Now I give you sixteen bars, for removal
I punch you in your temple make you stagger like Yeltsin
Over hand right
can't hear, he'll feel
Temple tourer, champagne pourer
Winchmore warrior, class A courier
Grime scene ambassador, duppy maker
44 saviour, Ally Pally
a rapper
Lean sippin', ring drippin', dresses very dapper
I asked him why he do it, he tells me, "'Cause it's simple
My body is a temple, any dwellin'
name a level I can’t reach
Better check credentials Petr Cech protect your temple
Do you want progress or you want Rolex
Better make mine presidential
temple
Any move then pop pop pop pop pop, it's that simple
And after your last hearbeat
Any bitches you had, I'll put they ass on the streets to work
on a chopping block, your block gonna miss you
When I cock this Glock and pop and leave a spot in your temple (woah)
That's the type of shit that made me
the din of screams
Our feeble offerings to forgotten Gods are left to rot in temples of their lust
As they lay forth their plans to destroy our pride,
came with some Temples but those Shirleys gone
She laughin makin a joke she gon' sell out porns
Got me head over heels, puffin on a dutch
Thinkin
hands tied but I'm a still keep it real (Real)
Luh Charles cooking up the beat dropping spells on y'all (My cuz)
Toasting bottles in the temple (Temple
bladed over to the masonic temple
To play pinochle with Pope John Paul the First.
I really had no choice in the matter."
Ed certainly could go
oportunidad
Tengo el temple y la capacidad
De echarte de menos, cuando ya no estás
Pierdo por momentos densidad
Pierdo grados y efectividad
Ahora ya
a fait des églises
Pour calmer son courroux
Couroucoucou,
Des temples et des Mecque
Ou des femmes et des mecs
L'honorent à genoux.
Parmi tous ces
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