Lyrics:
A'r coed rhosys yn dwyn 'fala
Dyna'r pryd y cei di finna
Migldi Magldi
It's fine and pleasant to see
The smithy door open
And the blacksmith with his
SMITHY I JUST WANT MY PARTNER BACK
YEAH ITS RIP TO FIJI I JUST WANT MY PARTNER BACK
IT FEEL LIKE IM FIGHTING DEMONS OR IM JUST STUCK IN THE PAST
TELL THAT
winds In a smithy high up in the skies On an anvil of honour with a hammer of blood The Four Winds pounded Battle Battle Metal! Battle Battle Metal!
Ilmarinen First of all the iron-workers Brought thee from the blackened swamp-lands Took thee to his ancient smithy Placed thee in his fiery furnace Truly
be shit, he won't be shit
I tell a kid like Will told me, "you'll make Ps, kid"
And when that cheque came, I was with Smithy up in Camden
Then we
Know I'm drippin' and my haters bums
I keep that smithy with extendo tucked
You try to run up and that mag gon' dump
I play that Choppa like some
taking over, ain't no more holding back.
Shout to my cousin Jazz Reece, Quita Anuheara
My aunty Helen, Peter, Tasmo, Janet and Anita.
And to the Smithy',s
reaches for her hand, she shivers, but doesn't take it away
Ah, for sometimes it does get lonely
Ah, but it's life and life only.
Oh Smithy
the smithies anvil rings
And the symphony it sings
No voice nor poet's pen can put to tune
And electric lines of force
Ring around the humble lives
the smithies anvil rings
And the symphony it sings
No voice nor poet's pen can put to tune
And electric lines of force
Ring around the humble lives
Regin forges more than swords and blades
In his smithy schemes and plans are made
There is vengeance to be claimed
To this cause his fate is chained
Gradually emerges as we descend
"Bring the goose my child!"
I carve a notch into the squirming post
It smells like a smithy
"Hurry now and drink
niggas ride around town, for another sounds, look before the smithy
And even on ball courts, you got the shorties watchin fellas
Doin anythings on they
the team
Have you ever saw nigga and he made a scene?
Told em' let me bust a move
And he ain't budge, it's pussy in his genes
I up the Smithy if I feel I'm
Brodie just copped em a smithy
These niggas corny Ha giffy
Smoking da gas smoke like a chimney
I’m feeling like fetty I’m sipping the Remy
You know that I
Couple muscle men come and stop you in your tracks
Just got out the pen swear you're never going back
Smithy tells Mathis hey Johnny what's the deal
Pull
While in the Smithy late one night
I found myself accosted
By a weathered man who looked
Like his face was roughly folded
He took it on himself
the devil till his horns
Braking
Your neighborhood all colorful
Mad skippity
Profound mystery
Ground slippery
Two revolvers like
Yosemite
Sam smithy
No
the whole town move like a buddha
Purge gon' happen I’ll call my boy on the face time that ain’t no smithy it’s a Ruger money on a table
I done seen red over
on the prying eye
Of the demons always in my presence
So I stay a step ahead, to keep myself
From stressing keep my mouth shut
N eyes open n stay smithy with my
piles
The greener the grass
With the scent got the
Rakes
Bagging up wit me
The team got smithy
The trigger no sticky
They'll blast you away
Back in
I have studied bow and sword
Physical weapons leave me bored
And I have trained as a smithy
But the anvil leaves me weary
I read the minds of my
the insight to dive into way I write
How I like to flip it
Artistic with the lyric
And the visions, blacksmithing
Up in the smithy
Begin kicking
Begin
to bring it, I am ready for more
Ten-millimeter tucked in my drawer
Smithy with me when I am at the store
Fake plandemic to control the oppressed
Times are
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