magdalena I bear witness To this place, this prayer, so long forgotten So pure So rare To witness such an earthly goddess That I'd sell My soul My self
bust Thats just what I does, yes Put me anywhere on the map with a backpack strapped Still I bet I bust Bet I flow Bet I rip this beat Bet I feel that soul
And you can't see past my shades Past my shades Past my shades [B.O.B:] Well ask me a question I tell you no lies Cause there's nothing to hide my souls
That's just what I does, yes Put me anywhere on the map with a backpack strapped Still I bet I bust Bet I flow Bet I rip this beat Bet I feel that soul
chest and Rastafari is his name The gift of everlasting life for us to all sustain Lesson that you all forgot Lesson taught you all forgot Rasta call
their waters, Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison, Where the executioner's face is always well hidden, Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Shut up you're talking to loud for me to not listen. This operation's gotten old, the face I stole, the gun of Lost shot through your soul, and all that
Shut up you're talking to loud for me to not listen. This operation's gotten old, the face I stole, the gun of Lost shot through your soul, and all
Dope Game Came In 85 Watchin Soul Train Mama Told Me I Was The Future, And One Day I'll Be Fly Like Soul Plane Just Don't Bang But Back Then, I'd Do Anything
image of the innocent A one clear moment shows its unloved soul This one clear moment shows me its unloved soul This one clear moment shows its unloved soul
of the innocent. A one clear moment shows its unloved soul. This one clear moment shows me its unloved soul. This one clear moment shows its unloved soul
, cause their lives are very slow Time is ticking on You don't get a second shot and when you sell you soul for a leading role will the lost souls be forgot
these fag niggaz) Do it, do it, do it [2Pac] Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers Just another lost soul, stuck, callin Jehovah Outlaw
in too I hear Tu-Pac sayin, "Watch em they'll kill you" Sippin Thug Pa*sion, scrub actin like he feel you Steady plottin, ready or not; Outlawz lost but not forgotten
we try to change the past, in vain Never knowin if this game'll last, feelin ashamed of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I sellin my soul? Got tired
: In a place that the world forgot Where mortality ruled the war The people feared the vengeful hand of god The preacher spun the scripture To suit his
parasitic hosts we can shoulder all the karma that came with Los Alamos return the sky bottle blue return that forgotten hue a looking glass world seeing into and through you Soul
