the rightful king But whatever to you You can't deny what you know in your heart to be true If the evil queen calls you a liar Face the fire! With a
: "cut me down and count the rings inside." we are going nowhere. justin: day after day, hopes not in vain. until we could set the past on fire, to
a million seeds Ya'll remember me Legendary live eternally Bury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation Niggas screaming peace cause they fear when my squad face 'em Take them to places, stake they face
breed I explode into a million seeds Ya'll remember me Legendary live eternally Bury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation Niggas screaming peace cause they fear when my squad face 'em Take them to places, stake they face
out, you heard of me They call me big homie! Me I make the register ring! - I'm the cash can! They make the hammers ring! - They on ya ass now! Hair
no Chris Tucker shit I ain't even smilin', I'm a 'bout to start wylin' I got bricks of that Peruvian A though face medicine, sniff that in doughs, that
no man But you can do the job when you're in town Later on we'll conspire, as we dream by the fire To face unafraid, the plans that we made Walking in
man but you can Do the job when you're in town" Later on we'll conspire As we dream by the fire To face unafraid, the plans that we've made Walking
of my family In an old pillow case This one has a skull But it don't have a face These look like the arms of father so strong And the ring on this finger
blood starts to flow. Invisible fingers and indescribable pleasure. I get to find my personal god. I get to find my personal god. God of love, god of gold, ring of fire
m a raging burning ring of fire and I get hotter as I get higher And I'm tearing a hole right through this sky of blue I'm a raging burning ring of fire
man, But you can do the job When you're in town. Later on, we'll conspire, As we dream by the fire To face unafraid, The plans that we've made, Walking
Lookin' for a new friend The man in the coon-skin cap In the big pen Wants eleven dollar bills You only got ten Maggie comes fleet foot Face full of
: Up on the white veranda She wears a necktie and a Panama hat. Her passport shows a face From another time and place She looks nothin' like that. And
'll be in late 'Cause later on tonight, I'm a freak you over at the fireplace And let you put the fire on 'til you're sweatin' in my face I'm rich, baby
