wanted but was never there before so now youve proved yourself "passed the test", as they say so now were gunna rip it from you and start again plant the seed
five they call me sweet thang) Scratches + Woman singing in the background [Talib Kweli] (+ Background Vocals) A daughter come up in Georgia, ripe and ready to plant seeds, Left
poundin' The pavement for mental enslavement I'm cravin', a misbehavin' savior America the grave for gun wavers The wave runners, what the blood seed
it's all about the Cheddar, nobody do it better Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather Women, and the ****, sticky green No seeds ***** please, Poppa ain't soft Dead
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung] That motherfucker kept sniffin for goods Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left And you don't know nuthin
5 days straight to meditate, build hunger And focus on the days and times that approach us (Focus, focus) Bad seeds is planted to grow large and toke us Whatever is left
impure profane the haunted heaven jeering leapt into the pit of calamity a mean condition no wealth dents provisions for a time unknown thelemic gestures all planned
but in my mind But I find myself in places with names, but not faces My memory races at speeds, hundred degrees My soul it bleeds devil must've planted the seed
Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times Welcome to L.A. If hand determine dick size, I'm palmin' the earth Select turf, then plant bad seed and give birth
old song And I got better things to do with my life (Don't try, don't try, won't wait, can't wait) I got to plant your seed So just go on without me,
to the streets From out of the back of the house and into the streets And you never know who you might meet If he only plants one little seed And he
to live 24 hours to live Seven thousand four hundred twenty-three grains Of sand drop from the hourglass It's how much time I got left on this planet
raw, dog, smoke at Soundview Now, two licks damnit, do you understand? Nuff respect to the dread man or I'ma dead man I ain't no fake man for the red
, white left, samurai surprise, silence equals death, science versus life, until there's only giant people left. this is for the losers, this is for canadians, this is for
a left on Venice where you can find me & mine, Los Angeles Times Where every other day I'm taking the hat off my head (yeah) Givin respect to the dead
grounds, whips and tyrants Everyday's the same palace shit like the total thumper Second time on this planet, things tooken for granted Advantage, presto, don't settle for
Say bitch, I'm thinking of a master plan And I'm bringing this paper faster than These other lil' bastards can So I'm digging in my mind for the bitches
