Never stayed where you belong A battleground that you adore A heavy heart in a savage world This is a war with love as a weapon When all that you've
stayed where you belong A battleground that you adore A heavy heart in a savage world This is a war with love as a weapon When all that you've lived
allowed to see the rhymes In a town near Kadam and Kakrak Jalalabad I pray in a hut constructed from Sago Palm I'ma take you for a walk thru a beautiful
-P] My skit is sick [x6] [Verse One: Bigg Jus] The hope, in a dark universe chasing shadows Into the burning season, slay to a sunk pharaoh Icon, holding a
the vrgin-bloodied priests Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene And sought to savour Her as a beast Her aching sex A rose undone As mine in tears and spasms
down, on four seas An ocean of possibilities that dwellin' Yellin' at the top of my lungs convicted by stone tablets as a felon A nocturnal being of love
and five-oh keeps a black brotha bleedin Fillin em up like Unleaded Phillips 66 Owin me more than 40 Acres and these Mule kicks Gettin the 48 Hours, like Eddie Murphy Too dark
too sunny And they work all month and don't make no money A fight for power, a nuclear shower And people shout out in the darkest hour Of sights unseen
hustla wit Hustlaz poetically known as Tony Ton, wit them thugstaz and Shifters, Tru's and a playa, let it be known, that we're trues wit weapons, double
gettin' shallow and weak Well, the place I love best is a sweet memory It's a new path that we trod They say low wages are a reality If we want to compete
skit is sick My skit is sick My skit is sick My skit is sick The hope in a dark universe chasing shadows Into the burning season slay to a sunk pharaoh Icon holding a
be a part in your insignifigant worl (i will live and die) pills and fingers help sustain her need for their approval eyes as dark and caring holes
I'm a star. And the audience loves me. And I love the audience and they love me for loving them. And I love them for loving me. And we jus to love each
the virgin-bloodied priests Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene And sought to savour Her as beast Her aching sex A rose undone As mine in tears and spams
the virgin-bloodied priests Whose lord fantasied on magdalene And sought to savour her as beast Her aching sex A rose undone As mine in tears and spasms
five, oh, keeps a black brotha bleedin' Fillin' 'em up like Unleaded Phillips 66 Owin' me more than 40 Acres and these Mule kicks Gettin' the 48 Hours like Eddie Murphy Too dark
s gettin' shallow and weak Well, the place I love best is a sweet memory It's a new path that we trod They say low wages are a reality If we want to compete
