Lyrics:
introduced the oceans to the earth
Well whoever made the snowflakes
Made shadows where doubts lurk
I suspect an artist is at work
I know when an artist
on the letter
I vowed not to cry anymore
If we survived the Great War
You drew up some good faith treaties
I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone
values
When you associate with secular artists in the R&B hip-hop world
Here he comes
I cannot believe the controversy shrowding this man
Mr.
Nigga, fuck a rap critic
I clap all in your back in the black civic
P, might knife him and spit on his kid
Brownsville, Mic Tyson, Riddick of Briggs
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
Well what them tell them say
Lopaka Rootz along side Josh Heinrichs and Pupa Skilly
I love it when it's time for the Harvest
I said Grow Grow Yeah
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
the
Currents of his time
This is not a popular role
Yet in retrospect, we see how the artist's
Fidelity has strengthened
The fibre of our national life
If
some of y'all didn't hear it right
I didn't call him
His name wasn't the artist
Artist, Artist
Artist - every syllable must be heard
Artist - formerly
years have passed
The worthy Captain and his squad of troopers standing fast
The artist knew their faces well
The husbands of his lady friends
His
years have passed
The worthy Captain and his squad of troopers standing fast
The artist knew their faces well
The husbands of his lady friends
His
and the artist
Reflect it in their art
They forge their creativity
Closer to the heart
Yes, closer to the heart
Philosophers and plowmen
Each must know
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Do you remember the peace treaty
You sign in a kill some city
Do you remember the peace treaty
Them sign in a kill some city
And now this one
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
and the artist
Reflect it in their art
They forge their creativity
Closer to the heart
Yes, closer to the heart
Philosophers and plowmen
Each must know
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
so cagey
He's a flim flam man
Hands off the man
Flim flam man
He's the One In the Trojan Horse Making
Making out like he's Santa Claus
Oh Lord,
softly among the rest waiting there for him to paint his pictures
And as the go-go girl went round and our heads were in a spin I thought about
I helped my good friend's brother
Out of trouble when he was in jail
I was flush 'cause I got lucky
Paid his lawyer and I paid his bail
Glad
softly among the rest waiting there for him to paint his pictures
And as the go-go girl went round and our heads were in a spin
I thought about
colors show the glory
Of the Master Artist's plan
Built by god for those who love Him
Those who trust the great "I am"
Those who trust the great "I am"
those people's money?
I said art is dead
We're rolling in dough while Carlin rolls in his grave
His grave
His grave
This show has got a budget
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