Lyrics:
is everything
Oh, mirrorball, you're spinning out to sea
Think I found you in the temple square
Under a wretched dream
So cry your eyes out
atmosphere
Burn up in your atmosphere
Desecrate your temples
Only I'll end the name I've made
Don't look for crows, they're scattered
Prepare for judgment
Oblivious feather-weight baker who autographed cakes
Whenever his quill moves over your meal you
Simple as a buddhist monk in a temple
Standing in some
me in cells, abandoning me in jail
Stop mocking me and my symbols
Back in the day was bishop, more, and me in the temple
So if you coming at me I
Vatos
Threw a punch, got jumped, dusted off and then walked home
Shit, it's like 6 p.m. and his temple throbbing
Hand in the cabinet by seven, sniff
Burn up in your utmost fear
Desecrate your temples
Only hell and hate remain
Don't look for crows to scatter
Prepare for judgment day
We are kill gods
Nonbelievers to a temple
Shit, I could sell water to a speedboat
And these eyes is iconic
I went pro, made profit
Now I keep some dead face in my pocket
She seems dressed in all the rings
Of past fatalaties
So fragile yet so devious
She continues to see it
Climatic hands that press
Her temples
right fuckin now
I put the pistol to my temple
See the bullet in the chamber
Cocked it back and out of anger
I pulled the crack, see the shells jump out
To the tables down at Mory's
To the place where Louie dwells
To the dear old Temple bar we love so well
Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled with their
was needed,needed was some of that
Started simple
Massaging on my temple
Pinching on my mountain peaks
That a sisters into
I responded,'Mmmmm.'
You like
I believe Jehovah Jireh
I believe there's heaven, I believe in war
I believe a woman's temple
Gives her the right to choose but baby don't abort
bring the skills of wizardry
Treat emcees with bigotry, so now you see the picture vividly
Seduce your brain from the temple over instrumentals
temple with this gun
Wake up to a Jesus piece like a catholic nun
The war to be a rap legend, has just begun
Blushin' in this 40 ounce, lettin'
the temples and the whole world
And many's the time he walks to the river
And seeing the ferryman and seeing the tollman
The light within him leaps to greet
Thank you so much.
Thanks for the memory
Of tinkling temple bells,
Alma mater yells
And Cuban rum
And towels from
The very best hotels,
Oh how
the phone and hug me, use your mind to rub me
Now how does it feel when my mental, massage ya temple
Telephone's hot from the vibes that I sent you
Now
the way I am
Why am I so straight and simple
People see through me like I'm made of glass
Why can't I deepen with graying temples
Am I growing out
A silent temple
Marble hard
Decays and softens
Battle scarred
A relic deaf
To bits and streams
And polo necks
And perfect jeans
Obsessed with silence
a temple
Talking with the elders
Tomorrow there's wisdom
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen
Hallelujah
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen
Down at the Jordan
To the tables down at Mory's
To the place where Louie dwells
To the dear old Temple bar we love so well
Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled with their
Nothing seems to matter in this life
Wake up your majesty there are
Thieves in the temple
Picking the sunspots out of the sun
Looking for
To the tables down at Mory's
To the place where Louie dwells
To the dear old Temple bar we love so well
Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled with their
down with a Mystic
Better yet a Snapple, nigga want the juice
But he don't want the hassle
Then we try to overthrow the castle
Better yet the temple
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