so wrong so right the scale's off balance in my mind if i were you and you were me would i lie to you like you bury the lead trust the forecast shows
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its so wrong so right the scale's off balance in my mind if i were you and you were me would i lie to you like you bury the lead trust the forecast shows
Lift me up on my honor Take me over this spell Get this weight of my shoulder I've carried it well Lose these shackles of pressure Shake me out of these
And I got dead rapper's pens in my Icebox After they act hard I lyrically kill em' then I bury their notebooks in my backyard Check it out, the lead
Ohh Hear me though They'll bury me with my SP-1200 For sho Fuck the trinity inseminate the earth now, take its virginity In my vicinity rap is like energy
The festival was over and the boys were all planning for a fall The cabaret was quiet except for the drilling in the wall The curfew had been lifted and
The festival was over and the boys were all plannin' for a fall The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall The curfew had been lifted
The festival was over the boys were all plannin' for a fall The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall The curfew had been lifted and the
yo, it's off with his head Cock the lead redecorate the crib burgundy red Ai yo, I never front, I want whatever nigga let's dump Whoever want it gonna get lift
Let emotions ruptured now As long as I know right from wrong, I'll be ok I'll sing my songs Chorus 4x [Aesop Rock] I wanna lift every yellowbrick I'
love being under your skin Yeah shit can happen, so stick to rappin Quit the yappin or i'ma lift the mack and That can lead to another mishap happenin
hot sunset Like the high plains drifter Hear me mister, no one blast with the When it comes to shootin' gives up X marks the spot and guaranteed to lift
front door So come out from behind your bunkers 'cos the lift-off's been a bust Oh papa's gone and mama's dead And buried in my rocket dust You're alone
of The dull, sacreligious commandment of an eye for an eye or a tooth for a truth. Even the ocean is ghettoized now, another dirty alleyway that leads
about why this one is so 'DIFFERENT' There is a chipping sound. There is a cracking sound. Ugly, a large, brown ungainly bird, waddles out of his shell while lifting
he said Bury me out on the prairie Where the coyotes can howl o'er my grave Bury me out on the prairie But from them, my bones please save Wrap me up in a blanket Bury
said Bury me out on the prairie where the coyotes can howl o'er my grave Bury me out on the prairie but from them my bones please save Wrap me up in a blanket bury
