God Send Lyrics
| Song | God Send |
| Artist | Pharoahe Monch |
| Album | Internal Affairs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Baskerville, Jameson, Stone | |
| My mom is in the bedroom, cryin again | |
| Sister's on the street corner, lyin again | |
| Just heard about another one of my ******z dyin again | |
| I'm tryin again to make moves.. | |
| I'll be damned if we go hungry | |
| Ever since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me | |
| This song you see is like an ode to god | |
| That he blessed my last breath to be allah u akbar | |
| And this city is hard, tenement buildings are barred | |
| Incarcerated and scarred, no sentiment for when it becomes | |
| Time for war i'm tryin to score like bernard king | |
| My vocal box sling verbal ******* like the government | |
| I told you i'd hurt the music | |
| Travellin back, bustin shots at {blank} before christ was persecuted | |
| Mathematically we live at right angles | |
| ****** the star spangled, the makers of fallen angels | |
| Danglin from moon crescents, i persevere, breathe the air | |
| Inhale the effervesence of life | |
| This street game is stiflin i'm triflin upholdin a rifle | |
| Peerin from behind the eyes of god, we at odds with ourselves | |
| What is it worth when this - barren metropolis prevail | |
| Scale the walls of hell - trail of a octopus.. | |
| I seen it all through the eyes of a needle | |
| Depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people | |
| ******z'll never learn (*******t) we just concern about | |
| Who's ****** who, when time is of significance | |
| Ghost, we disregard the most magnificent | |
| Eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal | |
| Stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil | |
| Credits about to roll and hell is the sequel | |
| [prince poetry] | |
| Incarcerated scarfaces in all places | |
| Crack sales rise, failed lives, cops and robber car chases | |
| Y-2-k ****** up, you're left faceless | |
| Hustlers bury money in garcia vega cigar cases | |
| Give the drummer some, pianos, guitar basses | |
| Trumpet in tune, pharoahe and prince legitimate reasons | |
| For why they thumpin - hi i'm the most endangered species | |
| By all means, survival is what i teach these | |
| First time offenders catchin seven to fifteen | |
| Now my vision of life, is hell and heaven on split screen | |
| Bust your *******t like mitch greene (snitch) i switch scenes | |
| Bring drama to that ass, that's how we on it in queens | |
| What? stray bullets continue shatterin dreams, batterin spleens | |
| I'm gatherin schemes, had only cream just as bad as a fiend | |
| Take food from a table and get drunk to your death | |
| Now feel it in your heart from the love in my breath | |
| I seen it all through the eyes of a needle | |
| Depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people | |
| ******z'll never learn (*******t) we just concern about | |
| Who's ****** who, when time is of significance | |
| Ghost, we disregard the most magnificent | |
| Eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal | |
| Stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil | |
| Credits about to roll and hell is the sequel |
| zuo ci : Baskerville, Jameson, Stone | |
| My mom is in the bedroom, cryin again | |
| Sister' s on the street corner, lyin again | |
| Just heard about another one of my z dyin again | |
| I' m tryin again to make moves.. | |
| I' ll be damned if we go hungry | |
| Ever since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me | |
| This song you see is like an ode to god | |
| That he blessed my last breath to be allah u akbar | |
| And this city is hard, tenement buildings are barred | |
| Incarcerated and scarred, no sentiment for when it becomes | |
| Time for war i' m tryin to score like bernard king | |
| My vocal box sling verbal like the government | |
| I told you i' d hurt the music | |
| Travellin back, bustin shots at blank before christ was persecuted | |
| Mathematically we live at right angles | |
| the star spangled, the makers of fallen angels | |
| Danglin from moon crescents, i persevere, breathe the air | |
| Inhale the effervesence of life | |
| This street game is stiflin i' m triflin upholdin a rifle | |
| Peerin from behind the eyes of god, we at odds with ourselves | |
| What is it worth when this barren metropolis prevail | |
| Scale the walls of hell trail of a octopus.. | |
| I seen it all through the eyes of a needle | |
| Depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people | |
| z' ll never learn t we just concern about | |
| Who' s who, when time is of significance | |
| Ghost, we disregard the most magnificent | |
| Eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal | |
| Stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil | |
| Credits about to roll and hell is the sequel | |
| prince poetry | |
| Incarcerated scarfaces in all places | |
| Crack sales rise, failed lives, cops and robber car chases | |
| Y2k up, you' re left faceless | |
| Hustlers bury money in garcia vega cigar cases | |
| Give the drummer some, pianos, guitar basses | |
| Trumpet in tune, pharoahe and prince legitimate reasons | |
| For why they thumpin hi i' m the most endangered species | |
| By all means, survival is what i teach these | |
| First time offenders catchin seven to fifteen | |
| Now my vision of life, is hell and heaven on split screen | |
| Bust your t like mitch greene snitch i switch scenes | |
| Bring drama to that ass, that' s how we on it in queens | |
| What? stray bullets continue shatterin dreams, batterin spleens | |
| I' m gatherin schemes, had only cream just as bad as a fiend | |
| Take food from a table and get drunk to your death | |
| Now feel it in your heart from the love in my breath | |
| I seen it all through the eyes of a needle | |
| Depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people | |
| z' ll never learn t we just concern about | |
| Who' s who, when time is of significance | |
| Ghost, we disregard the most magnificent | |
| Eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal | |
| Stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil | |
| Credits about to roll and hell is the sequel |
| zuò cí : Baskerville, Jameson, Stone | |
| My mom is in the bedroom, cryin again | |
| Sister' s on the street corner, lyin again | |
| Just heard about another one of my z dyin again | |
| I' m tryin again to make moves.. | |
| I' ll be damned if we go hungry | |
| Ever since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me | |
| This song you see is like an ode to god | |
| That he blessed my last breath to be allah u akbar | |
| And this city is hard, tenement buildings are barred | |
| Incarcerated and scarred, no sentiment for when it becomes | |
| Time for war i' m tryin to score like bernard king | |
| My vocal box sling verbal like the government | |
| I told you i' d hurt the music | |
| Travellin back, bustin shots at blank before christ was persecuted | |
| Mathematically we live at right angles | |
| the star spangled, the makers of fallen angels | |
| Danglin from moon crescents, i persevere, breathe the air | |
| Inhale the effervesence of life | |
| This street game is stiflin i' m triflin upholdin a rifle | |
| Peerin from behind the eyes of god, we at odds with ourselves | |
| What is it worth when this barren metropolis prevail | |
| Scale the walls of hell trail of a octopus.. | |
| I seen it all through the eyes of a needle | |
| Depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people | |
| z' ll never learn t we just concern about | |
| Who' s who, when time is of significance | |
| Ghost, we disregard the most magnificent | |
| Eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal | |
| Stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil | |
| Credits about to roll and hell is the sequel | |
| prince poetry | |
| Incarcerated scarfaces in all places | |
| Crack sales rise, failed lives, cops and robber car chases | |
| Y2k up, you' re left faceless | |
| Hustlers bury money in garcia vega cigar cases | |
| Give the drummer some, pianos, guitar basses | |
| Trumpet in tune, pharoahe and prince legitimate reasons | |
| For why they thumpin hi i' m the most endangered species | |
| By all means, survival is what i teach these | |
| First time offenders catchin seven to fifteen | |
| Now my vision of life, is hell and heaven on split screen | |
| Bust your t like mitch greene snitch i switch scenes | |
| Bring drama to that ass, that' s how we on it in queens | |
| What? stray bullets continue shatterin dreams, batterin spleens | |
| I' m gatherin schemes, had only cream just as bad as a fiend | |
| Take food from a table and get drunk to your death | |
| Now feel it in your heart from the love in my breath | |
| I seen it all through the eyes of a needle | |
| Depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people | |
| z' ll never learn t we just concern about | |
| Who' s who, when time is of significance | |
| Ghost, we disregard the most magnificent | |
| Eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal | |
| Stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil | |
| Credits about to roll and hell is the sequel |
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