I wish you well Move over Ms. L. you know I wish you well Move over Ms. L. Well now to err is something human and forgiving so divine I'll forgive
mask and gloves They made their Hell A basket thug and hollowed be thy tip Anoint your forehead and empty a clip For the average y'all spit And I hold
nine Dark clouds cover my soul, but my thuggin?s divine Black love, white glove black doves Egyptian Queens fine wine?s and back rubs Black thugs [Chorus
to darkness over the projects The Indians fear and clap calm 'til they bodies dead And wings come out their back bone and they flap home Crack thrones
me insane I am no longer of the living, but I am still not dead I'm somewhere in between, I am of the unseen I lived a lifetime of sorrow and hate, up
: I thank Yah for the effort that He set in my soul And for His Son and all my brothers who perfected my hope For all the times and the love that I neglected
ravenous cold A bloodshed that tries us shoulder to shoulder And dries out Dries out the vains Could we all lie here dead With torn open chests Could
the quarashi juego pass me the mirror and I'll cut you a line this is a sequel, I check out and shine. Now come on and every body lets get high. I'm above
: The name is Q-Tip, enterin through the middle from the left, dead all the jokes and the riddles Comin from the maximum gain, the octane that's on the
we keep on waiting? The faithful and blind are keepin' me, keepin' me down How long? 'Cause my faith is breaking, The pure and divine are diggin' me,
into the deep unknown yeah spirits, spirits come, come hope the prophets and the gods came prepared for this so we dine on divine of the mind impaired
and stare Feast your eyes of the man in the mirror and stare Feast your eyes of the man in the mirror and stare
ll stay For good That's what she said I promise and swear To you Ahead were days of music, dance and wine We were painting visions more and more divine
dance through eternal flames My beloved one I taste you As i gratify my thirst and touch your dead skin Oh darkest one receive my offerings And grant
more living dead With steaming blood and burning fear I wrap myself in death Hatred is my armor and terror is my sword Arisen from the hell beneath and
: so impressed with all you do tried so hard to be like you flew too high and burnt the wing lost my faith in everything lick around divine debris taste
Spinderella Lakim Shabazz, Nine Double M, Fu-Schnickens Buckshot, Finesse and Sequence Who was a rappin' duke? Daha Silk tie and leather was cute Body and
and every ghetto For every nigga totin inner pain and heavy metal For every child that's born, and every nigga gone And for every breath I breathe and