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against the fuckin' world till death do us part 

You're the only bitch I'd kill for girl 

I'd live a few niggas just to get to you 

Live a few
[Chorus]
If there is a final hour
Let's hope for a higher power
1 by 1 and 2 by 2
I have ammo what about you [x2]

[Verse 1]
Grandma told me the good
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
If there is a final hour
Let's hope for a higher power
One by one and two by two
I have ammo what about you 

Grandma told
underestimate the power of affection
When you got the world in the palm of your hands

Don't go looking for the pot of gold
Or the light miracle mile
Hundred
I'm rippin' on the hard core beat 
That's slammin' through your jeep like a 44 Mack to your back
Nigga L never got rip by a track
I don't fuck
Can I get a witness? 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can you get with this? 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah [Repeat: x5]

Looking for some
Now you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late
So party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up
You're hungry for a battle, now it's time
the Temple of Boom, and seek higher thought
Maybe you live, or maybe not, the blade's hot
Many renegades ready for battle, die on the spot
With one shot,
My days are colored by a lasting hope,
Its like I'm looking through a kaleidoscope.
I see Heaven everywhere I go.
Thank-You for my brand new life!
You're here with me
I wake up and You form my brand new life

My days are colored by a lasting hope
It's like I'm looking through a kaleidoscope
I see
the battle has left, 
We climb up a mountain of human flesh, 
To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life. 
A young figure sits still by
All I do is stay focused, looking straight forward at the world and beyond
I feel people pulling me down
I feel some pulling me up, I can't get stuck
me in the eye, and said "nigga you fucked up"
You’re banking on good luck, you wishing for miracles
You never been through shit, you’re crying
a way to get even but you withdraw
cause with no label you're disabled and handicapped
but you pledge allegiance to the life of battle rap
no choice now
looking like Outlook
I'll get you yet, you loud bag!

Day Twelve
Listen slurry head,
You have ruined our lives
The twelve maidens dancing turned up
begin, to master
Rhymin' rhymin' rhymin'

Criminal minded, you've been blinded
Looking for a style like mine you can't find it
They are the audience,
you profiling, it's probably be more violence than looking
I'm so stylish, but I ain't talking eBay, no high end fashion either
If you catch me by
on my trigger until it's empty

And you would never catch me slip food to militants
'Cause I'm surrounded by angels must be heaven sent
Who me'
Live
But when I see us now
I really find it strange
How little, how much we've changed

In the years gone by
I guess it's meant to be that way
Jimmy
The life I live is a fast one,
But even if I'm getting whole pies I would half some,
Course I think I'm top of the sport I do bar-none,
Won't
Well now you're forced to listen to the teacher and the lesson
Class is in session so you can stop guessin'
If this is a tape or a written down
the battle has left, 
We climb up a mountain of human flesh, 
To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life. 
A young figure sits still by
and re-entry
You're on the wrong side of the looking glass now Paw, face it
My brainiac drums make computers lose patience
Decepticon era kid, scream Zulu Nation
with human strangers 
Legally through court, you're stung by a genital wart 
Chlamydia, through the city-a 
Los Angeles Texas has a serpent that's
pads to crash,
so when you're done playing dumb, empty the trash

We're looking for our lives back, we wish we could have saved yours
There's nothing