Lyrics:
the aids and only now you wanna talk
Your girl get f##k by me cousin Nytus
In the back of Burger King boy in a rubbish truck
You sell your Lucian accent
and Azariah
Down in the fire
Romans 3
Let God be true but everyone else a liar
Step by step, I'm with Christ
Conforming me to perfection
We love him cause He
You trust me right you do
c trawler called 'John Locke'
Night access to the docks
c deal behind locked doors
Don't stop me i want more
cnd all
I got this girl I dig
Her eyes meet mine
When she goes strolling by
I used to walk along
The streets so free
Where the buildings reach the sky
I've
Straight from the graveyard
Got my makeup from K-mart
cpproximated lady
cnd Stork-brought baby
c capital crime
Yet you rhyme in prime time
Coupled by
gone switch yo side I treated you like blood
But it came by no surprise I knew you was a punk
Man this shit just hurted me I never would've thought
Bitch
Bitter that the South was losing the war, and pro-slavery
John Wilkes Booth plotted ways to grow the Confederacy
In '64, he hatched a plan, Lincoln,
trying to make sense
Why people cover up or change the color of their skin
Im tryna change the narrative, brotha are you in
Yo Check the melanin,
[Papoose:]
Ya wanna go to war lets get it then
If war bring peace im wit it then
I don't start beef i finish it
Ghetto soldiers, we militant.
shoot up your Vuitton
before you can hit the broccoli
See money-a-made that nigga, that nigga didn't make that money
Left them niggaz jacked up,
right left
Yo left yo left yo left right left
I'm feeling crazy
I've got my mind made up
I'm in my fatigues and I'm ready for war
Hear the drummer
he cried aloud
To protect myself from defeat
My shield's my cause, my cause is war
And from war I'll make no retreat
I dreamt I saw an angel
don't know us
Vision eighty-eight kilos of cocaine smack-dead in your face
The street value of that is what you dream to make
Runnin' illegal
Of the Heaven at the end of the track
Whether life is good, or bad, it's just one life we have
Carpe diem, carpe diem
Mother of four, killed in a civil war,
By
the lights on and quill near
Tour van, corpse paint, war moon
Make the bass wobble like a
Two man horse suit
Dork-proof, type to forge a sword
In his dorm room
many thoughts in the back of my mind
Will I walk through life alone
Is there someone by my side
Will I make it on my own
Will I fall before I rise
another day?
The war is over let's do no harm
Let's find a place with open arms
Get what we need
We'll play it safe and make it home
Even if we found
Do not allow yourself to be weighed down by ego and pretense
Let go of what you fear to lose and rise up
Hey
Return of the great
Return of the man
down by my friends and my family
I can hear the rain reminding me
In the eye of the storm, You remain in control
In the middle of the war, You guard my
The son of families of millionaires is representing the masses
I thought that most people I know are broke
Taxation by representation tell me all
For the sake of the gang,
cnd the ends?
But let the constable,
Place them under arrest?
That don't make,
Sense to me,
How do you,
Run your block?
to hold my head up
I'm holding my head high
Time to hold my head up
I'm holding my mother fucking
Bound by limits of my own mind
I'm ready for the gold mind
blem
Jab
My war dubs like a deadly Stab
Isit gonna make its its dat bad
Funeral service for funky Dee swag
Good gosh swag
How many bars can
hopeless
Something more invasive makes them
Shine bright, and give insight, to the wars that we fight!
Who to trust, oh who to trust to peer within
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