Nas F/ Jessica Care Moore, Rich Nice lyrics
Nas F/ Jessica Care Moore, Rich Nice lyrics
"The Prediction Lyrics"
Don't Lose Your Head Lyrics
You shot your mouth off like a kid Who's scared to have a heart You're losing grip of what really matters 'Cause you don't know where to start You wake up in the morning
[Rich Nice]
What's happenin brothers and sisters?
Welcome to our time
[Jessica Care Moore]
Afro-Angels hide my weapons in tangles
Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I write
In spite the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots tight
Now that the government's gone, can't tell your left from your right
We the assassins la
Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, armored carways I'm blastin
As the Earth rebels now womb swells
The birth of Black Magic, savin my people force of habit
You can't find if you ain't never had it
Spiritually crafted blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you runnin after witches
You shot your mouth off like a kid Who's scared to have a heart You're losing grip of what really matters 'Cause you don't know where to start You wake up in the morning
[Rich Nice]
What's happenin brothers and sisters?
Welcome to our time
[Jessica Care Moore]
Afro-Angels hide my weapons in tangles
Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I write
In spite the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots tight
Now that the government's gone, can't tell your left from your right
We the assassins la
The Gallant Forty Twa Lyrics
THE GALLANT FORTY TWA You may talk about your lancers, or your Irish Fusiliers, The Aberdeen Militia or the Queen's Own Volunteers; Or any other regiment that's lying far
ughin while the New World's collapsinTHE GALLANT FORTY TWA You may talk about your lancers, or your Irish Fusiliers, The Aberdeen Militia or the Queen's Own Volunteers; Or any other regiment that's lying far
Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, armored carways I'm blastin
As the Earth rebels now womb swells
The birth of Black Magic, savin my people force of habit
You can't find if you ain't never had it
Spiritually crafted blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you runnin after witches
This Time Im Free Lyrics
Sing Hallelujah! A B C is like 1 2 3 The beat the rhythm the bass Y'all come on Happy people come on Jam with me oh Lord come on come on I kiss my fourteen stitches
Keep all my baby girl wishes
I predict all the oceans turn dry
Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert
We will take our pregnant bodies, drink from underground rivers
Wash your face between our legs
While recreating humanity, we will summon yem and yaw
Search for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow pil
Ban all pink and yellow pills
I predict killing fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
Hate groups will be bombed
Childbirth becomes outlawed
Always will be branded numbered and barred
All paper money is gone
Though few scholars can interpret our scrolls
Your sky has holes
We know the young is old
Nastradamus tell us how the story gets told
Sing Hallelujah! A B C is like 1 2 3 The beat the rhythm the bass Y'all come on Happy people come on Jam with me oh Lord come on come on
Keep all my baby girl wishes
I predict all the oceans turn dry
Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert
We will take our pregnant bodies, drink from underground rivers
Wash your face between our legs
While recreating humanity, we will summon yem and yaw
Search for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow pil
Eto Bas Hocu Lyrics
Uvijek sam bio pametno dijete, tako kazu Prao zubice, prije rucka rukice Za mamine goste ucio pjesmice I sta Uvijek sam bio pametan momak, i jos sam uvijek Pametn
sUvijek sam bio pametno dijete, tako kazu Prao zubice, prije rucka rukice Za mamine goste ucio pjesmice I sta Uvijek sam bio pametan momak, i jos sam uvijek Pametn
Ban all pink and yellow pills
I predict killing fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
Hate groups will be bombed
Childbirth becomes outlawed
Always will be branded numbered and barred
All paper money is gone
Though few scholars can interpret our scrolls
Your sky has holes
We know the young is old
Nastradamus tell us how the story gets told