Lyrics:
of revelations
In an arbor by the side of the road
Old brush arbors by the side of the road
Where a sinner could lay down his heavy load
It was in those old brush
Was the night John Roy
Came runnin down the hall
Wearin nothin
But cowboy boots
And a big sombrero
(And he was yellin)
Hey Romeo
Let's go down
off...
If you think about it!
And in the town where I did live
There was no-one I could do hoot night with
So I sat alone with my six strings
And I
Was the night John Roy came runnin' down in the hall
Wearin' nothing but cowboy boots and a big sombrero
And he was yellin'
Hey Romeo, let's go down
a real-world scan
They cable, I'm streamin', they nice
But the difference, they can't
Do it on demand, i'm the man
B-b-bombin' on these beats if you
Tally up
and
Take a big old swallow of mud and end it all
It might be the best way out
Hold on children, I’m urging you now, just be patient
I know things are as bad
outta space
I need room give me space
In the cleaners like Ace
Gotta grind like Mitch
They killed my dog, John wick
We spitting fire, let it rip
that
Could pull it off not naming any names
Modeliste: How would you describe
Your personal style?
MGK: I like passing by mirrors or windows
Especially
club
(And by the way, it's the same big club they used to beat you over the head with all day long when they tell you what to believe)
Big club, the big
scientifically you can never get to the distance
Which you can't divide it by half
You could get to the size of an atom and divide that space
By half
And as they
Remember Benjamin Franklin or John Prine
Abraham Lincoln and this cousin of mine
They all made an honest living
Working for the U.S. Mail
For Pony
ain’t comin' back
Coming up in here you gotta come with facts, nothing less, get it off ya chest
Welcome to my world, we live in the land of the free
They
Yo M. C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
It's Funk Doc M. E.th on da world premiere
From New Jerz straight talk, america's best
Co' Island
whenever you write down your goals
You're manifesting them into the real world
So let's live that
Big dreams
Big house
Lots of land and live free
I don't
This city’s calling me
It’s my destiny
To chase the dream
To chase the dream in a world of neon
To chase the dream in a world of neon
I’m lost in
value him it's most upfront in
Songs like 2013's "Lil Nigga Snupe
" a chilling track inspired by
The murder of the
18-year-old Louisiana rapper
Lil Snupe,
penetentiary chances tryin to get rich
My role models frank nitti, scarface, and john gotti
Real gangstas, that's bout it, bout it
Chorus
[c-murder]
Throw your
As the old saying goes
Legends never die
You must all know by now
The Mayor is here to stay
Cuz I've got nine lives
Moka almost blasted
Too bad we
[Redman]
Man he must of bumped his motherfucking head or something
Yo
Yo M.C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
It's Funk Doc M.E.TH on da world
up, turn it up, turn it up) So what cha, what cha, what cha, want?
[Redman]
Yo stomp wit the big dogs
Sick dog lurkin (Roof Roof)
Doc bradshaw,
my only friend
Is the city I live in is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire, hey
'Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-y-n
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
so cold
And it's hard to live free
This world is foolish
I'm tired of the Bul****
Turn the light on
I study my elders
Like a scientist
Dr. Ben john
that shows you how long it took you to write that
sentence.
And another way to Iook at time is this: There was an old married couple and they had
always
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