Lyrics:
live to spite we
We done hear the news (yeah, bullet)
So we like fuck you too nigga (fuck)
We ain't gotta pretend (2 chainz)
We don’t fuck with you
me the way, someone please stay
It might be a different shape
or a new way
Wave down!
By now
I can create more indipendent thoughts and I walk with
Roll out the rhythm, Krakow's awakening
Feel the city pulse with a new beginning
Street fairs lace the air, the vibe's not thinning
Wintertide's
a swirling whirlpool
Of stars
Quasars
Black holes
Nebulous
Cosmic dust
Planets and moons
Observe the rhythm of this moving galaxy
Without interference
As you
claw
Right into magic tada
Racing by you nos-nos
Eat my dust
The saw dust from this sawed off
It's about damn time he popped off
Serotonin helps regulate
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
you feel no pain inside your brain
All your worries are soothed by the sound effects
Read it in the Post and the Daily News
Listen everybody lets
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
still beat. Legions of dust Half my age cre tenants to my fingertips. Bewitched by worn pictures, pressing them against damp lips. Old feelings-dug up,
the passion is lined
Inside of us all
For family I'm glad that we all have this trust
Dust to dust
It can be really rough
But you are a soldier I know that your
mind
...evermore
Paragon of beauty,
Oh, spark of Creation;
We march to the rhythm of the Night
Nightfall by the shore of time,
a tidal wave of fire
back, I gots to get 'em
Back and forth in these streets, that's the rhythm
Revenge is supposed to be the Lord's but I use my own accord
When I seen him
OK this is August 26th 2004 we’re gonna try
And go through this in one live take
The Complete History of the Development
Of Punk on New
York's Lower
By The Eastern Sword, Northern Famine, Carried By Darkness But Slave To The Scales, A New Truth Of Southern Pale
And The Rythm Of War, Shall Enchant
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Only for the real like B-Sides,
Two-door vroom by the Sea side
Speak for the crib like each time
Three to the head like East time
Saw me a Benz
The pc-screen is all that you ever had!
You are an MC-guy, you have a Harley Davidson
You´d like to show that you're a masterman
Real Rock'n'Roll
(ooh, let
holding wisdom
Driven by the rhythm
Brought the truth
Cold whispers
Go get'em
Soul system
The flow so different
And now we at lift off
Tap in and catch
high
Gettin by
Livin' life
Like if you won't ever
Die Da da
It's only today
Tomorrows too late
We all on our way
To the star dust
From dust we all came
That's my new addition, nobody in it
Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it
So much money, got a money tree
Whoop so many niggas' ass, shit we money team
Freak out
All that pressure got you down
Has your head spinning all around
Feel the rhythm, check the rhyme
Come on along and have a real good time
was real with no new people I met
The bedroom office made it easy
To just blame circumstance
We all asked when it would end
I wasn't worried bout it
You make beautiful things, you make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things, you make beautiful things out of us
You make me new
Press his luck
I'm sure to pluck any chicken with
A rhythm I could fuck i tell 'em call me up
Like is it on or what?
Can I cut 'til dawn, or what?
A slut
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