rise, rise like a star you'll rise Rise, rise like a star you'll rise Rise, rise like a star you'll rise Rise, rise like a star you'll rise Rise, rise
Birdman, *** right back in this *** Third world throw the you up, I'm rollin' in the whip With this money on my mind, gotta hustla and to lift Them high rise dealin' me
tides are calling to me... (The moon's purity/Your power unto me) And just like the moon... Just like the moon... Just like the moon... I will rise again Rise
I want to fucking die Fuck The World Everyday the shit it brings me down Every night I want to go out and kill Everyday I somehow rise above Every
be free Oh can you hear me? (no) And so It has come to be that I must wander forever (Incorporeal) Many things I have seen, empires that rise and then
watch the moon rise tonite the ocean looms past bonfires all night i am a stranger in this place and when i see you i cant turn away under this beach
street Keeps haunting my memory Music in the air I hear it ev'rywhere Rags, bones with old city songs Hear them, how they talk to me Trolley car rings
come to worse keep this on the hush I know you seen me on the video I know you heard me on the radio But you still don't pay me no attention Listenin
too deadly So prepare the description advisory If you rise get ready fuck wid me steady Everyday all day daily haters wanna come try fade me Unleash
And suffocate the light in me Throw the stones that kill the truth Deception must be absolute Rape the mind that will not die Its sharpest throes must
they body, barely bouncin shit like, why you lookin at me smirkin nigga? I got a short man complex, murk a nigga bigger than me, taller than me, my squad
good, now I wish they would Get yo' vest on, we rain on Babylon The anti-Fox News, anti-pop, original group P and the Enemy policin the beast Until we rise
just like it is whooa, but I want everyobody to remember me (everybody) I will come back 10 years ago (well, hey) said I want everybody to remember me
he see me fifteen with the burner out of prison Gangster - fuck that, I'm (GangStarr) Tell Nas (hip-hop's dead) now, my man's gone As I rise to the top
my la-la-la-la-la-la, till' I come in off this high Till these polies appahend me, till these pricks still to me I'm doing me I'm running crazy through
'm in shippin', if you're receivin' 'Cause what I see I ain't believin' The longest legs in the shortest pants You got me doin' a matin' dance Pant pant, you got me
