Messages and heep fulls All across the silver fields As the wheat whistles in the wind We forget what world we're in And all the zig zags in my head I
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Messages and heep fulls All across the silver fields As the wheat whistles in the wind We forget what world we're in And all the zig zags in my head
m was crowned the best lyricist Many years on this professional level Why would you question who's better? The world is still mine, tattoos real With "God's Son" across
best lyricist Many years on this professional level Why would you question who's better? The world is still mine, tattoos real With "god's son" across
chains of gold We knew it was wrong but we looked away And paraded them down the colonial streets And that's how they became enslaved They came across
The butterfly sailed on the breeze Past a field of barbed wire trees Where golden dragons chased around Pampered poppies on the ground Two silver trout
2 texts And finally, we are takin' a field trip To the East Star Housin', projects speak perfect slang Black Ceaser, Superfly, Golden These are the images
Killah Priest I leave the blood filling in the street I'm from the dark hills of Brownsville The seven shields on windmills across the killing fields
My kill-hand's tattooed 'E.V.I.L.' Across it's brother's fist That filthy five, they did nothing To challenge or resist In Heaven, His throne is made of gold
ran across the fields of cedar Hiding from the noisy streets And when the leaves fell from the cold The stars were silver the moon was gold I said it
I'm with the shit Anyway I bounce out, man I hit 'em up and I'll lock up with you We could get 'em up I still wear a gold grill, 10 across the bottom
there can be a heaven I'm sure it's in that cottage by the Lee 'Tis grand to stand outside that cottage doorway And gaze across the corn fields so rich and gold
's what I'm told Like my good hand Tattooed evil all across his brothers fist That filthy five They did nothing to challenge or resist In Heaven His throne is made of gold
was small And warm in my palm I told her that the moon Was a magical thing It shone gold in the winter And silver in spring And we walked and walked Across
It's knowing you don't try to bind my freedom with some promise made of gold That for you my door stays open and our love becomes a simple to A street
I have stood upon countless bloody fields, with the might of Nordic swordsmen at my side. I have heard one thousand screams of death. By Odin's will '
toronto, check for nigga Check for a nigga, check for a nigga You see me uptown, yo you see me uptown last night With my new nike's, satellite gold
