Lyrics:
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
livres ça écrase les moustiques (bzz)
Un doigt dans l'engrenage puis j'rentre au bercail
C't'album y'a mille mains un peu comme les Hentais (mais nan)
Cet
Yo, I've been sat back, relaxed with rap, I almost let the passion pass
Procrastinating rapping Have them asking where the album at
So fuck it, y
Yo, I've been sat back, relaxed with rap, I almost let the passion pass
Procrastinating rapping Have them asking where the album at
So fuck it, y
the mass that
Hackensack, highway to holly for this cashmere
Satin pro, got the somali, rolls on my mind
In France I dance by the moon
Sailin' from
[Geechie Suede]
In france i dance by the moon
Sailin' from cancun, steamin' vega's lace
Limpin' with some delegates that put me on
Capridi scarf around
rewards! She's a fake
STOP IT! Who dares disturb a Bengalis' siesta!?
Why do you scream and shout?
What's tickling your rear ends?
What's this all about?
a bottle of Hennessy and gave the rest
Of it to the audience Y’all
Know y’all drink that bottle
Too if I had a daughter at that time
Would I
Have went
Only time of the day I get to spend on my own
I was trippin' off how I used to sleep at ya crib
Should drive by right where you live, and pick you up
You gon' get yourself snatched out the sky, you know the steelo
By now, where, what, why and how
We start the revolution real time, right now
Yes,
guest for y'all
He go by the name of Drag Dash, get 'em man
Guess who's back in your buildin? ya big pimpin
Your big disc got Drag Dash on, now come on,
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
betcha betta know ian steppin’ by my
Motha fuckin' self I got the gang with me on this Album all we do is bang
Its OT$ Gang we betta than you lames putcha
Priest was forced to take his album underground
And now he will no longer suffer
Reviewing this album, you gotta ask yourself why
Look at every song,
"By And By The Way"
words and music © Grant Maloy Smith
From the album APPALACHIA: AMERICAN STORIES
Deep in contemplation
Praying in my hands
Lord
the song
I actually did not know that it would get to
The point that grandmothers are
Talking about it
You know? Like why did I give
Them that level
to expand
Desert caravans took slaves across Sand
Where they staged a revolt of the Zanj
Enemies always invented mythologies
Curse of ham, so-called prophecy
And question the wisdom in the maker's plan.
To babble on in our caravan
Where we say, "Yes, oh yes."
We said, "This is why we're not fighting. Oh."
You take me
the Lord, nigga
Did it all for my dogs, in a fresh pair of draws
Aw yeah, hit the window with the top down
Ride around, niggas in the mini caravan
Lookin'
me
That strikes relentless
From here the caravans are kids toys
And I can hold them all in my palm
I watch the sea creep round the corner
It connects
the caravans are kids' toys
And I can hold them all in my palm
I watch the sea creep 'round the corner
It connects the dots from here to you
The sunlight burning
Yo
You'd think after all these years of being clean I'd get my feelings back
Right? So why it don't feel like that
It's like God built my heart
(That's on god)
Life's okay (Yeah), but sometimes tough (That's the album name)
I been lost that's why the album's called that (It is)
Wish i weren't so
Aye, if you know my real name, you know why this collab is... crazy
Love it
Let's rap
Back in December I dropped a preface for the album
Stars
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