Lyrics:
I can't stand to sit through this anymore
(We're all set, set in stone)
I've got one foot in the grave you put your foot through the floor
(Circle
Told me to take this chance
Soakin' in Remy
Sittin' back smokin' a twenty
Shit is scabby
The hustlin' is so in me
Never so envy, got a style
to break you in, like a mitt then get
where the fuck you fit up out of my shit
You speak in gibberish, vigorous just for complex
Don't take me out of context
In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name
And do I dream again?
For now I find
The phantom
I am finally home
I am the Watcher Infernal on the Metal Throne !"
("In my Mind THE ELDER GODS speak... !")
[THE ELDER GODS:]
"LIGHT
Don't speak...
Of the silence that falls on the future
I won't say - but I believe there is something in my mind
It's hard to expect there will
she's lost in time dawg
Lost in time dawg
[Tec-9]
Now my theory is clearly controversial
But let a nigga speak on it because this shit is universal
the dark side had found the book of mystery. That was the only
thing capable of doing
this kind of damage.
Suddenly! Someone cried out in agony!
of that I want to keep!
I will guide the blind in darkness though I cannot see myself
I will whisper in a deaf ear while I know you cannot speak
And I
A dream, she was beautiful
She was the most beautiful
She should be the one
She was true, she, wife of my kings
She who got in me, like this
And my
at my plans,
My head speaks a language, I don't understand.
[Chorus]
I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in.
'Cause I got too
Don?t you speak now, you might ruin this
Don?t you leave now, just give me one more kiss
'cause, I belong
Because, I belong
Pinch me hard now; make
the lens on Christ's agony in the garden
Doomed for His friends- it had to be for the pardon
And delivery from misery of kids who speak wickedly
Sinfully,
technique of speak, interceptin verbs sound superb
Phenomenal, touching every point and star in the sky
Astronimical, see in me the comical ( ? ) like gas in
Lord of all, planet designer
Diviner, clothed in a robe of shekinah
I'ma find a phrase that conveys with exactness
Who he is, check it y'all Mr. All
the cars and the jeeps
I just care about the bars when I creep
Hard when I speak, steady holdin' cards when I cheat
More than a fleet, part in the week,
the next to shoot
Blow out your dome get gone
Looking at me sideways
They might find you in your driveway
Or some remote highway
I do it my way
Never convert
to speak to the gods on everything I made
Some think it's complex
Some think I came blessed
But you'll find a hustle raised in the projects
I kick it
feel me
Folks thinkin' they hot, they ain't ill, really
Catch me in the studio, tearin' it up
Sippin' out the bottle, pour the beer in a cup
Ah-yo,
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah?
It's in your eyes
It's in your touch
Every word you speak
My wish comes true every second I'm with you
So easily?
You stole my
backstage
From house shows to having half made it
But everything is still heartfelt
I'm still sleeping in my van so speak for yourself
Looking at this
Mr. Priest
If you can speak to god
Tell me, did he offer the kids
Who you raped while you
Prayed for your soul
God is dead
God is a noise in your
you to say the words I want out loud
You only say it in the dark when there's no one else around
And after you've had way too much
It's time to sober
doesn't speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
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