to Mortals refer to me as ?????? ????? ???? For exposing the secrets of the sands while I'm blessing you My presence equals principle like a method philosophies Of reparations, for
time, clever friend, the disaster will be yours! CHORUS : Hide our sword now wounded knight! Your vainglorious gasconnade brought you to your final fight for
(Anderson/Meyer) Five miles deep underwater You hear their voices sing Surely that must be to every man A most fantastic thing BRIDGE Five miles deep
balanced, rocking it like Ritchie Valens, and I'm up to this fresh session, yes I'm up to this fresh challenge. And I'm thinking, and I'm writing, and I'm rapping, and I'll fighting
wants to eat like it's play-dough, you shouldn't, 'cause that shit be bad for your health, take one look at her and you'll be screaming for help, call
they even think they see five-o, they duck So now, instead of rollin' thick, niggaz is happy with a frown 'Cause the motherfuckin' feds in town Yes, the shit is silly, I put up my 9 milli for
us five, runnin' wild Just tryin' to get paid, it wouldn't seem like a jail Put some rose on Dante's grave (No reason you gon' die) Gimme for thinkin
was kids But in our own minds we was grown mens Outside on the block we would play the bench And y'all play the rock every chance y'all got As I sat
shores? We've got a remote chance, we will try it out of spite Find a better end, meet a better end? Hulls against the beach front for another fight
dies, jacked up by the state. Another glorious advance for civilisation. One small step for man. One giant step for mankind. For he so loved the world
not This piece of steel with the screen on top Projects uncut chyna white dope Leave a freeze in a nigga throat I fight for this like the right to vote
for some people Who don't know they're alive Some people can thrive and bloom Living life in the living room That's perfect for some people Of one hundred and five
that love will drive you on Danny was a good man, running from the sandman Stand up Flew into an airplane, looking for a new train Stand up He never had a chance
You got to give yourself a helping hand You got to give yourself a fighting chance What do you give for? What do you live for? Saturday night, you got
tha line Fightin' for your spirit and your mind, service to my kind... Seems like we're fighting for our spirit and mind They got us fighting for our spirit and mind Still fighting for
Cus we just don't give a fuck) Nore that's my nigga He don't aske for nothin, he blast for somethin, yeah (Cus we just don't give a fuck) Five fly high
like a f-cking garage, yeah this hood sh-t you and Drake ain't built for this the sh*t the other bitch almost got killed for I'm still counting what
While I'm telling you, write on schedule Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just