Lyrics:
all these wrongs by ourselves
The angel only said
Man, looks are deceiving you
Now don't you underrate yourselves
Oh looks are deceiving you
Now
hold a gun.
You're the pornographic reassurance he's a man,
They deal with flesh, incarcerate with rags,
Red lips, shimmer-silk and body-bags,
the Tennessee River runs red with blood
Till the city runs white again
Well, a white mules curse means more round here
Than the last words muttered by murdered
the crackas at, outer city limits
Hotter than the Red Light District
Dealin rap flows, strictly cash flow business
Stakes is high like astrophysics
Play
When dem ask you why tell them it was sent to I by The Most High
It was found pon Solomon grave and him a the wisest man
See the spliff inna mi hand
thy weakness by my wrath
Sunken again, my eyes they burn red”
Sign of Baphomet exalted
Black horned god he hides again
may be slow
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man
now we've found our home
Cause home's wherever you and this piano man go
My ride or die let's hold on
And follow the road
The electric night burns
hands off the red buttons handed to mans making plans in their grand sandbox
Just boys in their man-socks
That "poison the dam" lot, saying: "poison
yearning to burn it,
I'll fight your agenda,
Lock me up, might high risk offender
Make a man turn on his own team, like an Irish defender,
I'm a rhyming
squeeze hammers, man
Bullets breeze by you, like Louisiana, man
But I gotta feed Tianna, man
So I move keys, you can call me the Piano Man
Rain, sleet,
zero,
like you were young again.
A man you haven't seen in years
resurrecting your deepest fears
returns a favor unto himself
by turning us the other
man I was running
Little sweat on my shirt
Little sun on my burn
Little hard in that work
But it was worth it
'Cause it put gas in the tank
Put
by common man
Will bring the age of Satan
Vague shadows, crawling strange
From the vortex drawn in ashes
I sense the strength of the void
Appearing
This is an elegy for Socrates
A lamentation over rationality
Reason and logic subjugated by fallacy
This is the ballad of the straw man
A slippery
back to ?????????????
And I said, "Hm-hm, excuse me," and she walked past
She was about 5'6", or maybe six and a half
With a body like a goddess, man
black ash
And his dreams burn with the past
We're all the past
Some lies a bred by the corporate head
And the dollar trumps all my friend, straight until
Watching the fires burn
As the sun is eclipsed by the long red stain
People cling hopelessly to a shrill sounding voice
Carrying news from a far flung war
The king raises his sword, the king prepares his shield
A long time ago, the night was marked by fire
Fire burns everything, light in men’s desire
The fire
once, I've said it twice, I'll say it again
Nothing good is produced by a man
Set in his ways so strong and so stern
He doesn't even have the courage
live life like me or by the book?
Sheesh, we are what we are
Make the wrong move will put your faggot ass in the ER
Flat line if it's red apples fallin'
Paint it, I burn up the picture
(I'ma burn it up)
I don't know none of them niggas
I fuck with one of them niggas
I don't know none of them niggas
(Them
the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'Ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate with my dunn's, 17 rocks
September to August
What a Boss does, is Forget what was
What was, ain't nothing cuz, you made it to a Bentley from a Bus
Man, Give it Up, you're just a pup,
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