genocide, I guess the water's cursed My old earth identify, though her soul is for the church (uh huh) She prayed for peace, hopin' I'm saved before
table It may just make itself at home Cut short your cord length on the phone Your smoke alarms and barred windows Can't save your house god burn your soul
make em frosted flakes Oh, these jewels on my neck You'll say the Lord I'm saved My shit cost some cake You think you can afford a date But yo your men
he studied the bible He thought that they were angels and that he'd been saved He was looking for jesus in all the wrong places There in my hole, save his soul
There are many ways of being in this circle we call life A wise man seeks an answer, burns his candle through the night Is a jewel just a pebble that
any means, pens and papers on triple beams. Get rich schemes blow up in your face None taste worse that a plan gone sour Your power slippin thru your
used to [Incomprehensible] around that clock Lord save us from that sword of Davis that kidnap Hip hop tracks and the beats in the game of rap Put my soul
'm insanely jealous of the hairs upon your back And I'm insanely jealous of the spiders in your path And I'm insanely jealous of the stains upon your
did intend With title long or surname rich to bless But rather let in my imagination Run wild the thoughts of who perhaps you were Before your soul demanded your
Verse 1:] Attack fame with cerebral cortex in your brains So my effects will remain Long after the trends change Son I'll bend your name Rearrange your
The Nude One In The Middle Blowin' My Inner Tube While The Interviewers Gettin Ridiculed Is This Your Vision Cool Let Me Give U A Little Jewel Any Dude
Makin They Livin' In The Nude One In The Middle Blowin' My Inner Tube While The Interviewers Gettin Ridiculed Is This Your Vision Cool Let Me Give U A Little Jewel
is a joke? I put chumps to rest fast, when my Smith-Wes' blast So just dash or trespass and get your chest smashed Rap New York rules, I sport jewels
one wants to see An angel in this world In these days To them I am The epitome of evil A found soul Looking to save the lost To them I am death And of
all the worst genocide, I guess the water's cursed My old earth identify, though her soul is for the church She prayed for peace, hoping I'm saved before
To make em frosted flakes Oh, these jewels on my neck You'll say the Lord I'm saved My shit cost some cake You think you can afford a date But yo your