Lyrics:
behind
Its time like these i wished I dropped you a line
But I know its too late
You probably resting your eyes
Turning up the music for rest
an ancient land called Macedonia
Was born a son
To Philip of Macedon
The legend, his name was Alexander
At the age of nineteen
He became the Macedon
everything will fall in line
I have to visualize the land while riding through the storm
I have to trust in my father and open up my heart
I know that I
with no lines
On yo boy look out but don't hide
When you bust it up and keep rhymes
When you walk towards the tape offline
For your boys got instinct
to the forty ounce
Or the runts dat get stunted
By the blunts
This time I'm gonna take it down the line
To the ones that are ready
They be holdin' it steady
medicine
Run that rebel across the tracks
With the Mounties on his trail
He was taught
Don't get caught at the mercy of the man
Land in jail
Meet me,
[Chorus: Yung Joc]
Nigga get outta line and we gone fuck em up
Fuck wit one of mine and we gone draw blood
Nigga tryin to shine and we gone show em
thick
I got hands full of magic tricks
And I'll part those branches with my hands
Clear the land mines from your path
And all across that line
Stretched
in line
But baby now I see you at home
Can't get it out of my mind
We've got to get back to the country
We've got to get back to the land
We've got
And no boundaries to be found
For this land is not outside yet
You can find it right beside you
Feel the stream of your consciousness
Now that you rowed
Sent to kill, to watch no man's land
Snipers are moving unseen
Fight for land, to lose it again
Shrapnel is filling the air
Hell on earth,
all across the land
There's no need to argue
Parents just don't understand
"Parents" 24 lines, 734 characters.
I remember one year
My mom took me
Pisser dass
Es kracht nach einer Line
Killamusic jetzt ist Kingkong im Land
Wer will ficken von euch Punks ich hab
Mein Ding schon in der Hand killamusic
Keep a tall (?)
In Los Ange', in the land
Where them camera's blow
The boss man even hustle hand in hand for the dough
Peroxide
Bout to bubble
I turned my head up and the sky was empty
I wasn’t looking for paradise
And when I asked for comfort from the land of plenty
I came to realize
Cross any kind of land
Through the rain, and snow, and muck
Sure footed as a billy goat
With thirty-three inch ears
Clog dance on a snake with his
I am young, but I remember
It was not so long ago
In a line so bright and shiny
This is how the story goes
In the kingdom, there was chaos
Less skirt and a lot more leg
Down on your knees and beg
Too much city and not enough land
The businessman don't understand
How many can we
These small noises
All we died for
These small faces
All we saw
Take us
Take us
We are over
Make us
Make us
Into land
Land of soil
We
walk the crookes lines
(I like to walk the crooked lines)
I found it to hard to discover
They were over
(They are over)
The times when I was invisible
lines"
Lass sie Reden, sie wissen einen Dreck
Mach du dich weiter lächerlich und ich mache cash
Hand aufs Herz, sag willst du mir sein?
"I put my
on the lines, man, I'm on the greyest goose
Drinks in the summer, brother, pass me another
Nightlife lovers, we ain't like no others
I'ma bad boy like Lowery
and I've been pulled
You have no say no more
I walk these lands with open mind and eyes
I find the more conclusions, the more I just feel confined
No
lay my life on the line
I hunt the kill that's pulling me under
I lay my life on the line
Sorting through rubble for a bit of nostalgia
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