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The resident evil specialize in misconstruing 
We want to be at a presidential level what are we doing? 
Foolin ourself clownin ourself playin ourself 
By not
passions now gone no reason to be
Cused by the Lord of the Rings
concoct vocals that's libel to make your heart stop
Termination completed, and I'm out like the seasons
Murderin' MC's for no fuckin' apparent reason
All you heard was Big Chan 
Don't hit me no mo' 
Shit this ain't a game 
Street niggas know the m-o 
I kill em with words 
Serve em like them dealas 
Do
people know 
That used to poke fun and used to laugh
There's only one reason why we do what we do
That's to serve our God 
Let His love shine through
way
Truth be told, I'm living how I wanna, aye
Now, I done seen them blessings in the modern day
The Lord I serve, He gives them to me everyday
I'm
Unknowingly damned from the day of his birth
Struck down for no apparent reason
By the one that he worked for years,
So hard to worship and so hard
too
While Emmett Till beat and killed and gouged like a fruit
Reason why them youngin's unattainable as a youth
And fuck the government 'cause they
All you heard was Big Chan 
Don't hit me no mo' 
Shit this ain't a game 
Street niggas know the m-o 
I kill em with words 
Serve em like them dealas 
Do
the stressin
The aggression, the look of no hope on me and my niggaz faces
Like the lord overlooked us when he handed down his graces
You see embraces, fall
any assists
Sound boogie down like the brothers, Kenny and Kris
Get a better serve, your dream has been deferred
That ain't gods path, you a pet that
in your nature 
Who will deliver me- even with a new start 
Our Lord- we need to be freed, we need a new heart 


We're in a hip-hop era full
to rock
Listen to the lyrics that the Doc expresses on the wax
You can't compare cause I'll (wax) and (tax), so max
If for some reason I lose my space
bartenders mix liquor
I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters
raw
through ya chest
That's not a threat, it's the reason I was sent

(Chourus)
Fucksoundcheck the crowd wants it now
Fuck site, by scent I'll hunt you down
all I know is how to sack and how to serve
I be damned if I miss another lick for the chips
Got me stacking, almost splurging on weed, syrup and whips
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


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