Lyrics:
From Hamburg way down to south
Ich komm' mit großem Herz, dickem Kopf und kleinem Bauch
Wortgewalttätig, aber masterpiece-ig drauf
Triple-A Pass,
broken, breathing masterpiece
Know I don't deserve ya
But tell me what I would do without ya
Know you're worth it
Even if I don't know the outcome
I saw your eyes, (so) convincing
I saw everything that night
You were the quiet actress
A flawed masterpiece
So cold, our darkest days
I wanted a masterpiece
Every thought I'd come across
Never would belong to me
Love might make no difference
There is no mother like pain
Why
of the bread like a sesame
They want the recipe for success
And now they after me 'cause I got a masterpiece
Used to, used to laugh at me and now they gassin'
Yea Riz Masterpiece shit uh W.A.S.T.E We All We Got
Ok when the times got ruff
Just feel like you was stuck
And when the money got low
Made it
Haven't seen you since I moved
You turned to a masterpiece
Takin' your heart, might actually
Twistin' the lock, got a master key
What you tryna do,
becomes you
Be humble, if it ever takes something from you
No advantage, No standard
Ya Tranquility is being tampered with by Canibus' masterpiece mantra
blaster me,
The illest we have to be, with musical masterpiece,
So come on and clap with me, so come on and clap with me,
So come on and clap with me,
A masterpiece of beauty and grace
Just travelers passing the time...
So I wait for her by the Cafe light
Where she missed her train and
We talked all night..
for Himself in the matters, man that's what I be quoting for
Some say He don't exist, nah that don't even make sense
This Earth is masterpiece somebody
hustle game is like Master P's
Every verse I spit is of masterpiece
Like that painting that's on my mantle piece
And my crib is worse than gigantic G's
If I could paint
I'd paint a portrait of you
The sunlight in your eyes
A masterpiece of truth
And a single tear
Like a silent prayer
That's
century masterpiece, and if
I can scrape a little of it off, beneath I can find hidden a fourteenth century
underpiece.
Made entirely of eggshells,
Another masterpiece is now complete
A mass of arms and legs and hands and feet
Stomach draped about drained of their bile
Skull atop the rotten sting
Machine Wise is sure to bless
[Daddy-O]
And we're the M.C.'s, that hail from the East
[all]
Wit the Stetsa-fly, rhyme, masterpiece
So it's straight
Take this blood from my veins
And paint me a masterpiece of a parade of black
A parade of the dead sun
Writing this letter to you (writing this
everybody cop blocking
The shot clock is running out, gunning out the police
I crack the teeth of any nigga with beef
Masterpiece, X-Ecutioners, naturally
strand
I wanted clearance, a release
Need you to tell me I'm a masterpiece
I'm not going
If you're not with me
I'm not going
Leaving me out on my own
away
You're the hand that beats the sun
You're a masterpiece of art
I can see you in all that I do
Well I know
That time
Won't stop running
Just like
masterpiece, “Roma”
Which takes place in the neighborhood where several of my friends were born
The symbolism of rebirth and fire versus water is a very old
Virtuoso
Every time I step in this bitch, it's a masterpiece nigga
Didn’t wanna address the obvious but y’all forced it on me
You niggas corny
like you
Blurry
The atoms in these words are blurry
Nothingness
You've been such a masterpiece of joyfulness
Hovering
All those black dots turning
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