anyone I met that thinks they know me Don't pretend to understand any of the issues that I'm holding I was in a rush to grow up, look Mom no cuts Just
ears Your heart and touch your soul. Hear the flashback radio Try the flashback music show Unforgotten songs And everlasting sounds Hear the flashback radio Flashback radio Flashback radio Hear
some fans The posse is strong, the lines are long People flocking to my shows just to hear a song like this It's not a diss, it's a mouth full of bliss
napping There's buying and then wrapping The gifts to be given away Sparkling lights All the dazzling sights Christmas trees loaded with joy Hearts full
we were moonshine rushing down the throat of a giraffe yes, rushing down the long hallway despite what the p.a. announcement says yes, rushing down
Wipe y'all Kleenex cats who stay full of germs We hit Fifth Ave, while y'all still hit Stern's Don't really care 'bout y'all, really hear 'bout y'all
hear the footsteps Over the middle, you see me flying The power of God, the money, brutality Pressure is on, the game is no game to me High impact collision, pure determination Blitz Full
cares Here is my heart here is my soul You pushed me past my lonely door You are my everything September a time of in betweens Lazy month of nothing All rainy gutters rushing
Good morning The clouds of smoke arise Arise arise full of eyes of eyes Your sons are suffocating their sisters And painting eyes on the walls With tongues dipped in blood Arise arise full
hero's past Rip those black beads off your throat And swap them out for a knotted rope The end is your only friend Ears are full of rushing blood You
] uh, I got bitches on my dick, I don?t want em there. closet full of brand names, I don?t wanna wear everybody got advice that I don?t wanna hear, World
rushing wind around us, Holy Spirit burn within us. [Chorus:] Burn. Burn. Burn. Within us, within us. Spirit of truth, my eyes deceive me, Teach me how to see, Ears cannot hear
off through the star spangled looking for a light to guide me to an angel gotta be smart and hide behind all the answers when everythings dark my heart is full
let the weed cure Watch for the women with STD sores, blessed in the rythm I got to get soar And full of adrenaline...in your...mellinium...full of my
like dat That's my habitat, with the funk track From the boondocks, when I rocks my styles out the docks Who who? I hear someone knockin at my door