when I see your face I am weakend I know that when your here girl I feel the love that I felt When I lived in your inside your arms I don't know where
Assata. We share the same Blood, Assata, yeah. Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful... May God bless your Soul. Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful... May God bless your
a drifter I exit through my state of greater elevation, unifying grains through the force of the imagination, you dig what I'm saying? But I see your
given it's another one you have to take Then your electricity and and your energy's released Born into another soul after your physical's deceased May
a cake rock Gimme the key, run up in your spot Like you on your belly, gimme the key What is it gon' be, what it's gon' see? When your blutter don't
your trust, I wouldn't of broken it, I shoulda helped you out, back in 97', Shit I wouldn't of let u go I woulda made your life heaven I woulda hushed
and million dollar pillow, when all it takes is simple Raise up the cage Make her escape And tomorrow she's singing through your window CHORUS
the skeletons to meet up Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains But if the oxygen escapes it'll smother the flames No introduction doesn't speak
fetal position He crafted a path to escape his condition Would cling to the white walls the psych halls In his mind soon bled the words he would speak
pessimism, now Is he is, or is he ain't The most distinctive speaker seeping through your sleepy speakers Yes he is, oh, yes indeed So distinguished
pessimism, now Is he is, or is he ain't The most distinctive speaker seeping through your sleepy speakers Yes he is, oh, yes indeed So distinguished,
college, obviously // I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology // Your remarkable odyssey // The rhyme?s at modest speeds when the brain orders the body not to breathe // Your
, Assata We share the same Blood, Assata, yeah Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful May God bless your Soul Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful May God bless your
em with my cigapoot That's how I live On these tracks I breath through your HIV Could mean nothing Energy locked up in a fuckas heap But on your way
God I must, I must be God I touched your lips but now I just paint Surface reflection all I desired babe I am melancholy, flower cutting through stone
sodomy Hosted by Necrophiliac and Ill Cannibill Relax n smoke your crills I'll make your eyeballs go back in your skull and come out your ass I'm walkin
- "I'm bout to blow!" Unless you a bitch, we dont care if you bout do that Move back, youngster, the block on speak Shoot up your vest, and turn your
