Lyrics:
Camden Palace Chronicles
It's coming back to me
Almost clearly
For such a long long time
We got in free by looking bold
Is how the story's told
Blankets versus torn up threads
My vacant lot
Laid down to rest
Today I made things personal
The mass hysteria chronicles
Find out the headlines
But
Can't wait to meet her
In her presence, my heart beats faster
I'm dying to see her
And hear her laughter
In the Cosmic Chronicles, she found her place
riding on the side?)
Yeah they running on the side!
Take two and pass it, it will not burn you
From the Long Beach chronicles to the Wall Street Journal
runnin' on the side
Take two and pass it, it will not burn you
From the Long Beach Chronicles to the Wall Street Journal
They all know the G with
chronicles
We ain't falling 'cause we ain't dominos
That revolution is on go
Go, go, that's the gospel
That's the motherfucking gospel
Yup, that's
than The Chronicles of Riddick
Yes I did it, while they bit it, you know we got it
Smack you with the palm, save the back for your mom
Sound the alarm,
Chronicle" reads
"Hell up in Gotham, take heed and protect yo' seeds"
You fall like autumn leaves, you lack tranquility
In your rap utilities, to fuck with
Which we all sweat
Nor all the sad chronicles
That we leave behind
But that we loved as much as anyone ever did
That we knew joys, the little deeds
beats Marvel, did a classic
Zombie chronicles, hip-hop classic, yeah
Bitch, I'm from Manila, ah
Kill the club, I'm a killer, ah
Apeshit like gorilla,
motherfucking' chronicle
You my son, son, prodigal
And you adopted, not even biological
I endorse this message, I endorse this message
I am Nicki Minaj and I
Looking for signs that's astrological
And I don't dream big, my dreams are astronomical
So when critics write articles of my chronicles
I wonder if my
birth inertia
Converge, surge, hurt and burn ya
Philosophical spit particle sun chronicle
Known to bust a clip and swift kick without your opticals
In
This is the struggle of an upcoming artiste
I don't like that tag but the chronicles is just getting started
I don't know what the future hold but
of the end of the century
Announce the chronicle of an empire
Kaleidoscopic cataclism diary
Year 0, hypocondrium monarchy
Rebellion misanthropy 2060
Once again
were calling
There's magic in their words
Deep in our halls you'll find them
Our written chronicles
Knowing that only the chosen
Can take wind
present and future exists now as one
Chronicles of life tantalize my hatred to view
Knowledge is the key to your growth
But inside the lock the truth
Imperator of the Night (Thus Spake the Chronicle of Shadows):]
Such adoration bestowed upon me beneath the cryptic moon!
Caressed by ululant lotus-stained
Konica
Die Feuerzeugflamme flackert in der Nacht
Viertel vor zwölf, Chronicle, Chronicle
Hanybal, Celo und Abdi
Drei hungrige Löwen wie auf dem Jersey
Chronicles, turn to page 6-6-6
Holocost, B.I.G. the merciless
Niggas press they luck-and
They get a butt-fuckin
Straight up the ass
Raw dog with the rash
And I
the surgeon slugs
still pounds when Bobby Steels 12 gauge gonna pay deadly chronicles
We, held up in Gotham take heed and protect your seeds
We fall like all
the five-oh that brutalize-S.O.S.
Before you try suicide-S.O.S.
[Street Life]
Street chronicle, wise words by the abominal
High honorable, rap quotable
This the crack file chronicles, Explorer Nautica
Eddie Bauer Expo, AR silencer
Vibrant like the spring colors, rapping 'bout them teen murders
Rapping
on the side (They riding on the side?)
Yeah they runnin' on the side!
Take two and pass it, it will not burn you
From the Long Beach chronicles to the Wall
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