Lyrics:
em mixed up
And forget which one is sucking my dick
I tell em both that they sister is hotter
To get a sister to fight her
But wouldn't know who
god blessed us
And I'm thinking damn life is good
But I wouldn't of made it here
If it wasn't for her being by my side
Yeah
New life
Can't believe I
that's how the street raised him
Look in the air, say a prayer (hail Mary) hopin God forgave him
Cop liquor, twist it, tap it twice, pour it
waiting for Jesus
To come and say
Chorus:
Lazarus, Lazarus, Lazarus Come Forth
When he died he went to where
The saints of God did stay
In the holding
know who the fuck I am
Yet bitches like "This is fresh" Goddamn!
My lips is crusty, my feets is musty
Lift up my nutz, and my itch is dusty
I
know who the fuck I am
Yet bitches like "This is fresh" Goddamn!
My lips is crusty, my feets is musty
Lift up my nutz, and my itch is dusty
I
[Talib Kweli]
Yo you sent out the signal right?
And this is what happened
The voice of Hip Hop got heard
Never comprimised this is how we put it down
all these pills so I can stay fucking dead
Bitches be hating cause I say shit straight
They can fuck off
I ain't got a soul mate
I stay dead so I don't
twenty-four-seven days, God is who we praise
Even though the devil's all up in my face
But he keepin' me safe and in my place, say grace
For the case to race with
war (lеt's go)
I could never be the one to let the devil get
Up on me cause I'm walking with the Lord
Of course they wanna say "everything is cool"
Give
Some say he's a prophet
Like those who came before
To some he is a teacher
To others, something more
Some say he's a healer
And some say he's
wanted to
Leave. And met the driver, walking back.
"The guy is dead." I gripped his hand,
The wind was going to blow us off the bridge.
"Oh my God
need
My D-O-Gs, the G-O-Ds
Of rap is back
M-O-B-B, Hav and P
Who rep NYC like QB
We vets, we not pets
You confusin' me
My D-O-Gs, the G-O-Ds
talking off
And getting egged on by A&Rs who, soon as your shit fallin' off, they walkin' off
And if you rappers diss us and ours just know that you dead
Never will resign the team
Jitters dead my God supreme
Fight fear we fight fear and never scared
Fight fear we fight fear and never scared
Fight fear we
hair
Nice teeth
Pretty face
Remy shots got a nigga on the chase
Chocolate brown
But slim by the waist
Make a nigga wanna taste
God damn you bad
With
dead, I wrote my own fucking ending.
Salvation is dead.
Dead are the days when I dreamed of hope.
Waiting by your grave, all I loved, I loved
Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh
My weapon drawn, my echelon it's dead and gone, I feel weak
If it ain't to God, then you said it wrong, better play along or play
a dissertation on your eyes
Or your leg game or your brains
There's a whole lot I must say
Do you, baby, you got it
Show them who is boss in the building
and you're dead and gone
So who'd you rather be?
The murdered, or the murderer?
Niggas got me stressed I got my Tek and my vest
And I sing who Jah bless,
and you're dead and gone
So who'd you rather be?
The murdered, or the murderer?
Niggas got me stressed I got my Tek and my vest
And I sing who Jah bless,
and a raised by wolves
In Maplewood making money out of mud
I wanna feel good
I wanna look fly
Don't know who's walking by
I'm tryna build a buzz
And plant some
fresh out the kitchen, my watch is three-fifty (hey)
The Glock hold a fifty, the moppy get sticky (let's get it)
The paperwork say that you snitchin'
realistic
Nothing is figurative
I can wish it into existence
God want this nigga to live
Blunt big as a dread
I get high and forget who bled
Who we
.jpg/200px-Loretta_Lynn_SXSW_2016_-8842_(33197871691).jpg "Loretta Lynn")
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