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near here, up in Humboldt County about 200 miles north of San Francisco right near a town called Shelter Cove, get this: three- to four-hundred American
(yo, Tizzy)
Anybody come see it, pull up to the AP (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Probably gonna get busy, the king of my city for really
Man, I'm still up
a trap by forest rangers
I got a bitch that's out
Of town sellin' dope, boy, i'm the man
They know I got that type of money
That turn Coach into a Benz
You
blood spilla
To make it blunt a straight demon killa
The other day I had a dream, it seemed
That I was crowned the king, given the kingdom
Crawling, just to make a statement
In this matrix
Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man
Somehow found, amazing!
By the department of sanitation
heart by three simple vision
[The Visions:]
The first was a planet engulfed by the sea
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
No rock jutted out
heart by three simple vision
[The Visions:]
The first was a planet engulfed by the sea
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
No rock jutted out
head
This is world war three
Bombing innocent blood shed
This is world war three
All hell broke loose
Feeding crocodile
Angels
When your
Country
ordinary man.
A man born of royal blood
must live by sword in hand.
This one not so lucky,
as he fell to his knees.
Suddenly inflicted,
deranged with
uncle, uncle
Drowned by the bloods that's on their hands
Say what, say what?
Got damn
The gravedigger creeps into the crypt then strips the bed
And all that time that 187 was on my mind
Shot the man in cold blood
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
Custer's birthday, and three Oriental Kings showed up with gifts of myrrh and other crap.
Many pilgrims did not survive the first winter because they didn't
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
blood, I knew this was my way
Took up the blade, left those I loved
Vowed to take up arms, for heaven above
One signed by the cross, how far have we gone
T'was the feast of yule
Three foul knocks did exhume
The hungry king met eyes with a Chief from the tomb
"Up and beyond the hill,
My lovely daughter
a cake
And most of the niggas you see standin' by me today
Were trappin' with me in the A
And down here we always three bitches, Rodeo, LA
And killer who
I'm a tower full of power with rain and hail
Cut Creator scratch the record with his fingernail
Rock the bells
The king of crowd rockers finally is
of course
I'm a tower full of power with rain and hail
Cut Creator scratch the record with his fingernail
Rock the bells
The king of crowd rockers
of course
I'm a tower full of power with rain and hail
Cut Creator scratch the record with his fingernail
Rock the bells
The king of crowd rockers
used to run with the wolves
Are these our new messiahs?
'Cause the saviour has a gun to my head
Don't be fooled by Maya, the kings are all thieves
shrimp on my plate, look like dolphins [dolphins]
Pushin cookies in the soft ones
I can do better, by myself, not bad
Girl ate the whole thing if she call
And to the earth it gave great light
And so it continued both day and night.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
And by the light of that same star
And to the earth it gave great light
And so it continued both day and night.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
And by the light of that same
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