you will see the end You will see the end, oh yeah Imagine a man, not a child of any revolt But a man of today feeling new Imagine a soul so old, it
you will see the end You will see the end Oh yeah Imagine a man Not a child of any revolt But a man of today feeling new Imagine a soul So old it it
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far as I can remember life was different, man Sometimes I look back, it feels like I’m a different man Trust me, I prayed every day to survive Today I pay a
's discuss it my mucis needs no touch ups I got a long record of fuck-ups trust me, you don't know a pst as weird as mine or a life as hard as mine, I
feel good ------------Chorus----------- I got a friend named Flow, who got a friend named blow With a finger named clap that’ll leave you on the side like a
her Imagine the visual for that, man Who woulda thought I Could ever be such a relentless Prick unleashing his angers(?) But the chick's so old She looks like she out-lived a
im gone blowing up my … bagpipes from baghdad i run the streets and act like a mad man holding a glad bag… ******** end of chorus ************** you can be a
and sang this song (sang this song, sang this song, sang this song, sang this song) It went a little something like Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb Debbie had a
'mma whip someone's ass If you don't understand, don't even bother to ask A father who has grown up with a fatherless past Who has blown up now to rap
up, I gotta get up Thank God, I got a little girl And I'm a responsible father So not a lot of good, i'd be to my daughter layin' in the bottom of the
, In my Spider-Man mask just imagine, The fun I can have with a strap on, Stick up a Kim Kardashians ass, And make the bitch run a triathlon, Are those
see, or can't imagine A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratching This is for my family, the kid who had a cameo on my last jam Plus the
Different, and Your Own Frustrations Taking on a Violent Nature Full of Hate, So Full of Hate You'd Kill a Man Is That Your Fate Your Street Becomes a
always called the shots, a heart as cold as ice Me: You're all delusions of my mind Reason: And so we are, we're all a part of you Me: Am I a part of
Your acting a little like your rapping to riddles Got harlem looking like we a pack of skittles I’m a tyko fanatic, phsyco sematic, Type blow ? gamatic? , life go dramatic Hydro’s a
with the flow Stick a dick in ya hoe Make them shut down the club, we threw a brick in da door [P. Diddy] Shit, I'm the number man, hot like summerjam
