You're in my heart, in my mind the star that will always shine Forever be with me
Uh, it go You ever see the inner depths of a man's Or ninja turtles out of manholes This is a comic and a conscious, that's the challenge Between the and the conference that I examines That I was a figure Would be the start of world peace and the of niggas Like the of liquor But that's just turnin' into blood And we'll be right where we was Not a peace-sign, but a fascination scissors So I can cut Myself off the calculations of empress, empires, and the sinners For of human suffering And things trying to impede my publishing and editorials That's gon' bring it to us again A boomerang might as Barry and Eddie and everybody fuckin' it
You're in my heart, you're in my You're the star that always shine Forever you'll be
Even though independent ain't got one I got some and to spare No more My motor-ware match my motivate to mate Also I drive to stay and ride this over there My so mad, so no alcohol in here I'm Aries on my Jay-Z shit on the Drake skit Now how many can I make with just one voice They might call it shit This deep shit my me impersonatin' we shit Vicariously in rap I speak with I hope you're speakin' for me, if I'm speechless Cause be you Even though not here to be with I I see these gangsters actin' like teachers Wake up out sleep, then they dream And the so Martin Luther King-less
in my heart, you're in my mind You're the that will always shine you'll be with
And to my hero Heron, Gil In a with Baldwin On a jet plane with no for fallin' But wishin' it lands Reminiscent of the time Presently en to the rhymes of the machine time times With coffee more sugar and milk coffee Aborted rhymes, rotten beats, and hooks Roads as bumpy as books Fail cools, bad French, and mad at the door Gourmet food at the starving A choice of one woman at a time take three the hard way Trying to be as as possible And vulgar, the more shocking the profitable A baby fed molten And sat a pedestal promote getting called 24 carot souls How to describe Insightful remarks such as the best I've ever heard is silence Some technically impressive In a faux Spanish romantic of a Marxist dialectic Please listen to the critics, is the common passerby as well not even exist, not even a bit In the event of my demise give I prize to the poor And to the oppressors, I a war And so on and so