how far is too far [Common] Come here love (chickka) love Let me holla at you Cause what you got Is worth more than a dollar or two Soil another nigga
saw something that float to the boats west Sword blew him a kiss, and when he focused Seen the face of an angel upon the body of a F-F-F-Fish. What
means to me losin' my grip as I trip on the anomalies my third eye is the prize of unifyin' hours the Pleadies will smash out the Taurus energy pure decompose in the porous soil
f/ Cormega Prodigy Yo my rap taste good in my mouth like Deer Park For your ears to list-this You don't wanna miss this dun Don't be a statistic Keep
:] Are you sure? Or a little story of fancy [F:] Seamen W: Dreamen F: Listen all! [W & Sp:] The Fall begins his speech [F:] So I bring rest upon the
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to me losin' my grip as I trip on the anomalies my third eye is the prize of unifyin' hours the Pleadies will smash out the Taurus energy pure decompose in the porous soil
inspiration, If you dictate what I will be Then smash my face upon the concrete I'm weary, I feel the stares piercing, So sorry to soil your precious
down from the sky finally coming down off my high If it wasn't for the water the rap game will be dry So I feed the soil life resuscitate the game Breave
nest saw something that float to the boats west Sword blew him a kiss, and when he focused Seen the face of an angel upon the body of a F-F-F-Fish. What
wiggity wait but Kuwait won't wait Desert Shield a field full of confused hate Soldiers fight because they're loyal, while tempers boil On U.S. soil,
all real niggas that be shootin dice Stashin ya cracks and maggots stick to me in life [Kool G. Rap] Eh-yo we pot of soil, shot our nines of chrome Just
ll be dead and gone Pour out a 40 for me and say rest in peace capone Lower me into the grail into the soil and dirt Let my soul sleep sound six feet
This go to all real niggaz that be shootin dice Stashin ya cracks and maggots stick to me in life [Kool G. Rap] Eh-yo we pot of soil, shot our nines