Lyrics:
internalized
Those days behind us are made new
Haunted by the pain of the familiar
Branded by disgrace, I'm a survivor
Rays of light materialize
Those days
whoopty doo
We used to keep the block hot yelling whoody who
What goes around comes around we keep money in this hula hoop
She like the smell of that Creed
belief
The mantle of creed from which we are free
Are you king, are you queen
From whose gore were you gleaned
Old serpent of old night
Great lord
and to die
Not for the sake of a creed or a cause
Not for a dream or a promise
Simply because it is Jesus who called
And if we believe we'll obey
We
Muhammad
My Lord! Forgive and have mercy and You are the Best of those who show mercy
So glorify Allāh when you reach the time of the evening and the time
and to die
Not for the sake of a creed or a cause
Not for a dream or a promise
Simply because it is Jesus who called
And if we believe we'll obey
We
[Repeat]
[Verse 3:]
Buddah Hava who lives the ways by nature
Escape on a galactic space caper
To the nexus, transportation a glass Lexus
Forever present is
People starve, endure suffering
We are all forsaken
Damned and hollow
Fading in the aftermath
Scarred by the creed of man
Jaded by a leader's wrath
This is
fallout
And the near extinction of our very species
Within the walls of our Metropolis
We're protected by our city guards
Who patrol the very wall that
deceived, you neglect all his faith and his creed
See us dying
Into the dark, the unrighteous we are
Into the depth, belittled by mankind
Crying, denying
CORRUPTED TRUTH
in a vast land of arrogants
the dead are called healers
gang of virulent Puritans
gentlemen of good manners
evil creed
and his
i cant afford not to
sell my songs to companies who'll do, whatever games they're up to
we are the samurai warriors, samurai creed, samurai warriors
Judgment will be passed upon you
I will stand up for who we are
Never moved by condemnation
No one is placed higher than another
No matter race or creed
disaster, destruction's in the air
These ego trips, by heads of states, who giveth not a care
For all your children and all my children
The future's in
lessons are learned from practice
Who gon be there when ya blind date is a cat fish
I'm not tryna be heroic, I need some closure
Deeper than my color, they
and cigarretes, last days, indigenous people
These are adventures of young black millionaires
I am the voice of the meek and underprivileged
The smell
last days, indigenous people
These are adventures of young black millionaires
I am the voice of the meek and underprivileged
The smell of success, I want
Time ridden as just an illusion
No one left to stand in the way
But who’s got the heart to say?
Hail now to the saints of the god damned
Rebel
from the norm
There is an art to your blindness, and its motif?
The scythe of faith in a different form
Who are we if not me versus you
Truth unhollowed
Those little Doozers were cool
Rob Lowe tooks a girls flower
By the Power of Greyskull
You had the power!
Apollo Creed didn't have to die
No need
i see ya
Bewildered by dizzying heights
You are my hero
They are not ready for you
They're not ready for you
My friend
We will be there through
to be
In general a better person
But for an audience to see
You preach like you're a higher cross
And claim to bleed by your creed
Bababooey!
It must
You're free to give my man but I don't need a disk,
With the grip of tracks, it's really nothing for me to skip,
We the creed of a better breed and you
blueprints,
Some creed of the devil
Inscribed in our minds
A hideous game
Vanishes in thin air
The vanity of slaves
Who wants to be there?
To sweep
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