Stretched on this city's grid Sometimes I feel so well hid Pinned to this city's grid No sign to end or begin this capillary life This capillary life,
on kwan? [m] yo, I'm on some next shit kid [k] yo whatchu on kwan? [m] i'm on some next shit kid [k] well blueprint a niggaz face and use his head as the grid
The dim city light would serve as our guide Six hundred candles in the grid Like gypsies making off with the moonlight The night's gone but we've got
I like that [Bun B:] Well this Big Dick Cheney, I come to snow We go Mighty Joe Young upside a hoe head And fuck how she feel like she bought the whole grid
that Bitch you know I like that Well this Big Dick Cheney, I come to snow We go Mighty Joe Young upside a hoe head And fuck how she feel like she bought the whole grid
on the outside are slowly starting to disappear, this sheet of ice goes off into infinity in every direction. And up above you, there's nothing but black sky drifting off
Thank the loyal servants for being so loyal, soon they'll be happy and very safe; if not, sent off like a pigeon with his head cut off. if it wasn't for
is worth all of the atrocity, all of the hypocrisy, all of the stupidity and CHRIST! they'll pay the price, for not being so nice we'll kill 'em off
everything I lay in the booth im the new fanchise in the game wit moves ohh im here to stay not get slain off news writes stay off my balls or ill make
Katode Ray Messiah arising from the screen Saviour of Digital Ones worshipping holy zero Cybergod hidden in the grid Encryptor of the soul and Holder
select meat, Gucci sneaker recipe light up the Nestle Bless me es-pecially, play where Vettes be seen a green Beemer, lightin cheeba Side swipe Adina dressed like a liter style off
My coat is black and the moon is yellow Here is where I get off As you can see for yourself old girl in the Green Book I tango down to the smoky lobby
our emotions- we approach our crimes with renewed devotion. and tell me can you feel it when your code is breaking? cut of the line, fell off the grid
Running on no sleep, shell shocked. This love has love has got grid-locked, Look into my eyes, I'm runnin' straight bloodshot. Devoted patriot, I've
gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling You gotta get up off
she mouths off in front of me mates, But you told me that you loved me, I never fucking did, You used fer bring me flowers, I said shut your fucking grid
couple of Benz's Flows is endless, dough tremendous No one comprehends is the way I pen this All of my men's is in jeans and Tims's Came to get the club doors off
as acid seeps and autumn bleeds And the glowing has just begun Every winter time is kindly now, the ground is sprouting out I got my shirt off and my