Lyrics:
know you got soul' by Rakim
Enemies are flocking
Better be the God that'll
Stop the slob that wants the top spot
Without crawling
If you stopped to think
they don't ever bother
You can't live life without the love from others
The second we are born is the second that we die
As a child we live life and dont
Do it
Let's go for a third verse, What the Hell
I got this, and nothing Else
I'm by Myself
I don't mind it, but I Kinda Do
You are me, and I am You
from here
When every sense is in mono
Walk by faith, you appear
I want to live in stereo
I can't get there from here
Without a G\od-directed go
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
Copped a rollie just so I could check the time
Fuck about a bitch got too much money on my mind
Ride the beat like yeat I like to speak without
I Am Slowly Awaken
Waiting For A Brand New Day
That Same Sound Rings In My Brain
Now It's Seven Once Again
I'm So Fascinated
By Those Strange Beats
It's way darker this time
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Born sinner, the opposite
I like that you giving me a challenge
But this procrastination is killing me
You always on my mind, I see you in my dreams
I feel you, I just hope
Yes I feel It
I feel my beloved bayou
My ghetto
This is a story of where I was born
No man's Land
Let me kick some flavor bout this young cat named
quickly limp
She pimps her innocence as Second One demands entrance
Through the back door
"Bend over bitch, you know this is what you were born for
quickly limp
She pimps her innocence as Second One demands entrance
Through the back door
"Bend over bitch, you know this is what you were born for
we're from
Detroit baby
You got 15 seconds to get this seat now
We're gonna start this show and blow your mind now
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
(Who's your
Learn from the ghetto, learn from the slum
I can't forget bout the struggle
I can't get by without the help from my sisters and my brothers
Tell 'em,
bang
Big bang, bi-big bang
It's gettin' bigger by the second
Check it
OK, I'm here to rock the tugboat and bare the others farewell
I shook
infinite
9 for September
Lucky 7 is the day
First born into heaven
On earth body freshen
One life to live
Gonna leave empty-handed
Baby leave an impression
mind's eye about the truth about love and bout my life
And if I'm right about denyin' that
Another motherfucker is gettin' to raise my first born
Y'all are
people die everyday
Breathin' in second hand smoke
You gon' croak
Suckin' up that smoke
Fuckin with them folks
You gon' choke
Dog trust me
It ain't no joke
hate you
But no second goes by without thinking of you
I hate you
I can´t love you when you call me every night and day
I hate you
But no second goes by
all over seven times
I's bit by hungry dogs and I was chewed all to pieces
My water moccasins and rattlesnakes on two river bottoms
I chopped
you's number 7-24 and
I've been pouring through the corpus
I'm absorbed and frankly floored by your contempt of court
Let's just back up here
How can you
born on the summer solstice
Live life in a blur-less motion
Give the small things a second notice
Now I'm sitting in the back of the bus
The only thing
and all the
We smile we tell each other
Stories of our pasts
And there's no future
Without more pasts to tell
And always tell (And always tell)
The pull
ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
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