Voy a descansar, al fin. Quiero viajar hacia mi. Sigo pensando en donde quiero estar Para poder escapar. Alucinar que tu estas junto a mi. Quiero flotar
Steal my rune and my sour and you think you're God But I no teach you, I'm as good as gold Check out brother Brown and then his soul I'm real I'm real
the arrow and the target Put your head over the parapet Be uncool, yes, be awkward Don?t look in the obvious place The soul needs beauty for a soul mate
make a fuss Reveling in molten puss Favorite patrons crack their death With arteries and tinsel breath Revolution, purple fist Pummeling your angel piss Sour powered, wussy soul
is foolish Battle, be strong, the new kid Don't matter, my scars were leaking I'll be standing, still demanding I'll be winner Rapid punches delivered Your soul
on another day Troubles never go away They just resurface on another day I've got heart But now, it's weakened by an empty space I've got soul But it's been soured
it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters, nowadays Usually, it's his pockets We gotta get back to what really matters, word We gotta search our soul
ride by my lonely, all eyes on me You gon' die anyway A real nigga pick his time to go, ya know we tell it from the soul If you see us then ya know all
Money and we partners till the end of time" Introduced me to your clique, hate, envy, lust and greed Said you want the whole world in ya custody And if I give you my soul
say a word Look into my-eyes see no desire goes unheard Got to feed every 24 hours To keep my powers As I sit atop the gothic towers Watching cataclysmic showers Blood is sour
Your records hot melt like yogurt and you smell sour Get my reels, Ampex, a dat system flex You got polio knees, lock fell on soul train The answer
damn open it up like Keize Soza Broke it off to a J' everyday For all the pay My beretta say a better day And I believe that nigga Money go make souls
a young age Feel me touch me as I turn the page A little past ten, roughly about Eleven years old dropped in the good location My scratch is smellin' sour
it's at? RZA: Yeah the, the Maximillion is sure here I'm over here with Noodles and I got Lucky Hands with me GZA: You got soul, R&B, classics?
weep and moan Only the strong will continue do you have it in you? Come we've got a journey to go And when the battle get sour and dread A lot of
It only makes me laugh When I go down the hole and I hit the bottom The last time that I fell in love The love was milk and honey but the milk turned sour
so long, for so long. There lies my regret, sighing and greiving. Had I known I could tremble so, What now I know. I would never have shown my soul.