Lyrics:
weapons it's like a poem for artists
Erase niggas when it's lead at ya
Bloodshed after done turned funerals to a Met Gala
Request rappers for torture I
Uh, Id like to hear a new beat on the request line
Okay, BBG on this bitch
Ste pripravený na tento cypher? (Ayy)
Yo, toto bude legendárne svinstvo,
In sainted moments of dark, unveil yourself by request
For any sin you confide we take a cloth off your breast
And all the night we are blessed in
Black magic conjurations through infernal spells
In pursuit of hidden knowledge of the outer realms
Request communication through the infernal names
or what lies 'neath
Life carries on above unphased by the everlasting
Absence of the slowly rotting
Delving deeper, darkness falls, corrosion sets in
This blister has made a permanent stay
Upon the fingers plagued by a hand
A hand that couldn't bare to raise up, be seen
And speak like a man
smile
Still I'm no better off than I was
Still at the bottom no matter how high
A heart full of love that I lost
A hand full of hope that'll get me by
3rd Bass got dissed by X-Clan
It was a crazy time in hip-hop
"Follow the Leader" was my shit back then, and got crazy props
[Verse Two]
Coca-Cola,
I used to be
But all these memories are why I love you
So take your dose of reality
This is my one last request
You cower in hypocrisy
Put
when you sittin alone
Hit your local DJ and request that song
It reminds you of me when I'm not around
Your boy got love and I'm always down
I
Wretched will, host of pleasure surreal
Closed the room where the last is buried
Rise or fall at your master's request
You're unable to accept
devotion 'cause I'm
The Earth, Wind, and Fire of hip hop
By Rakim and Short I been inspired
My shit knocks environ---ments
Of cats wit seventeen's tint, time
the final request.
Here's my glass.
Fill her up.
Let's see a little class, will you fill me a full cup.
Cause I'm going out with the dead.
And we keep
when you sittin alone
Hit your local DJ and request that song
It reminds you of me when I'm not around
Your boy got love and I'm always down
I
your brother, if you think that you can
Grant the final request of what remains of this man
Listen to me
While I still breathe
Listen to me
While
true
And we really mean business and could do it with you
Oh yes, said Holy Peter, standing by the pearly gate
I ain't sure that the Master's home
regenerate your mind
A spoonful of spirit
Easy to digest
A mouthful of meaning
Flavoured by request
Soul food diet
Brain meal porridge light
Don't you want
now
Hello to loneliness it's here at your request
You've made your bed so you should lie down
But Holly would never understand this anyway
frustration
(it's megalomaniacal I know)
Wanting something so bad you can almost taste it
And dragged down by the voices from below (they say)
"Way to go!
that Maindream talked about...]
[Storyteller]
After many request from Genius, King Oddyfer accepted to receive him. When Genius entered the King's room,
.jpg/220px-D'Angelo_Pori_Jazz_2012_(cropped).jpg "DAngelo")
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