Lyrics:
just be in the room to get glared at
With that test no longer existing
These kids they go fishing
Their soul is the bait
The poetry’s missing, I feel
they status on the streets
License plates that say they, motto
This is Chicago in the heyday
Similar to Good Times, I guess that I was JJ
A skinny
There is such a place that creates such a melody
Our world is but a land of a master jam, get up and dance
It's time to chase your dreams
Up out your
It has come to our attention that a mysterious force is loose
Somewhere in outer space
"The mysteries of creation are there
"Up in the sky?"
"Up
soul’s in danger? But it’s okay god sent you my way to chat porn and a kid in a manger. Weirdo…please chat that shit to a zero. Because the Blur didn’t
again, it's in my head
So I don't consider it real to feel
Repulsed by some of the thoughts
That my mind can
Produce and create out of a simple day
A kind
You took me away
Places deemed the great escape
Under sheets and pillows deep
That's a deal we'll want to keep
I push and you pull
As I fall back
repent or you die
One day Jesus Christ gonna come through that sky
So make your soul right and you not caught by surprise
Let God be true and every man be
of Jah elements
Through the powers of Jah elements
After I temple a washed by water
Inner refreshing of the soul
Before the waves break over
Make way for
-E (Crowd repeats)
The Soul Sonic Force
You gotta rock it, pop it, 'cause it's the century
There is such a place that creates such a melody
Our world
They call it extravagant
And they respecting the way that we get it in
Know we slide down them back ends we don't follow trends
I create em now tell
a night
How you do that trick to hypnotize ?
Me in a shuffle dance, you by the light
I think it's time to fix our glances
just in time to lick you beside
the whip cuz I'm haunted by my past
Always on my grind when I'm grindin' on that ass
When I'm goin in on ya yeah I ain't gon' relax
Oh no I ain't gon' relax
Every bitin MC that went insane
At the top I will maintain
I'm not a lamebrain
I leave a bloodstain to show I give pain
Not a skinny dipper, a fat
singing all that nonsense still ain't making the band
Don't need a book with dates just to create a plan
We could book a couple dates, and just lay in
the deepest part of my soul?
How can I create what I feel?
Do I feel what I create?
And then
Nothing.
I got the groove.
I got the sounds.
I wanna put it
it comes to gripping pencils
Listen I'm a keep this shit simple
I got no fear of police
Or skinny jean pill popping fiends
With pistols... Listen
These people ranting n' raving, amazing they craving
The same thing that's enslaving em'
By the grace of God I'm paving
A way to the safe haven
Today
weppaaa
I be like ight
Welcome to mi casa make yourself at home do your do
Welcome to my pad this your lab go create your mood
Lemon in my my liquor oh
Falling love with a 304
Why you crawling, back, the waterfall?
Sorry you had to singing that a sad songs
She is hunting for more souls pleasing
Hey brothers
photography
Following through the autopsy
But man, fuck it, pour some acid on them, too
That's what I would do, Skinny Pimp what would you do?
Just look
let it all go an create your mold
Growing and it shows, the mind and soul
You may never know
You may never know
Look into my eyes and what do you see
Is
niggas tall, but I'm really ain't that short tho
she want a nigga that live by the law a nigga without mommy issues
A nigga that ain't got no flaws a boy
holes in his clothes that expose his skin
Sick with pneumonia he's old and slim
Hoping when somebody walks by and sees him freezin'
That they throw him
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