Lyrics:
of the highest-profile
European actresses of
The 1950s and early 1960s
A period in which she was
An international sex symbol
(18) Clanking goes my trolley: Reference
purple full of scam, boy, you off some hundred proof
Eyes red, I'm in grind mode, I like my hundreds blue
Been had an attitude, I ain't just becomin'
Embrace me this night
Be so pleasant as they say
Our elder have warned us about it
They would bring us death and disease
The blood of our warriors flow red
we're forged from darkness
We shall reclaim our honour
We shall exact a blood red vengeance
We shall stand as dark guardians
We shall oppose the darkness
were red
Dead, dead bodies
Cold winds caressing their hair
Giving its kiss of cold death
Dead, the bodies were red
Dead, dead bodies
Polar winds
style they need glasses
I respect the ground I'm on even the masses
Blood on the jewels and I'm talkin' red rubies
Trill like Bun B my style's straight up
faces of depravity
Is to die by fire or let the river run red
The elders head was taken
For all the victims he had known
Like a dog in the street
the stars
Make a trail to Mars
Or a brand new planet
Just for us
What colors would you like for the sky?
Your red dress could match a crimson twilight
I just
Roll out the red carpet, never buy it from punks
Valet piece and chain, starched and my chain
Hit the club showing love, tip the dancer a dub
Got
still feeling alive
I don't subscribe when information is ill and contrived
The TV was watching me until I came outside
The elder statesmen of our
nigga rock a blue, cuz stay rollin'
My boss wearin' red, that nigga stay blowin'
That nigga on the run, nah, I don't know him (I don't know him)
You
Hit your boy, yeah
With the gram, hey
I keep the plan
Uncle Sam, yeah
Red, white, and blue
Know I keep it true
Doo-doo-doo, ayy
With no crew
burning red hot
And we never stop
Give it all you got
In this city we go until we drop
It only happens here in London
That London Eye keeps spinning
burning red hot
And we never stop
Give it all you got
In this city we go until we drop
It only happens here in London
That London Eye keeps spinning
the Belfort and the [Martin Luther]King, Europeans with the screens.
Bigga fo tank, everything cash
Glass pop red throw the wood in the dash.
Mashin
I'll change
Brodie don't smoke
He got a baby bottle for the pain
Was rookie of the year two years
Ago then polished up my game
European sneakers
Pull up
At what point did poor European people that used to rebel
Against the ones that forced them to work land
They didn't own and die with nothing
[Smoke:]
They say roses are red so is the gold on my neck
they say violets are and my diamonds are too
DTP, got me on the bubble like court top
since I met
to sleep, creepin' a slumber under red skies
Heads splittin', straight sippin' a drip of dead vibes
It's red tides from here, stop and smell analog hell
rockin' with the best, the best!
[TALIB KWELI]
Yeah
When I was a young man I had stars in my eyes
Time is wrinkled like the hands of the elders that love
past that
Coming into the new millenium, we can't forget our elders
I got off the 2 train in brooklyn on my way to a session
Said let me help this woman
they take it down (go)
You know I couldn't do no Scat, I'm in the 'Cat, it don't meow
Break it down, red key, orange seats, nectarine
Niggas out here
sleepin', wide awake dreamin'
I'm really just stoned, they think I'm leanin'
We ride around in bulletproof Europeans
And bring bitches back, to the Four
Expensive thangs, European names
Ice embedded amidst, ruby red flames she
Stayed in his mix, figured it was all a game
Swearin' that this nigga was her ticket
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