Lyrics:
In the year of 1878
Down on a Waterberg farm
Near a town they call Nylstroom
The Waterberg warrior was born
His name was Phillipus Jacobus Pretorius
coming down
Ain't never comin' down, we ain't never backing down, ain't never backing down, tell them
N...... we up, we up, we up, tell them n..... we up,
guns in the silence of the wood,
And the icicles hang down like tusks under the parka hood;
When the stove-pipe smoke breaks sudden off, and the sky is
holds
YEAH
Now I’m gassed up
N I’m ready for war
Homie you don’t know
What we fuckin came for
Loaded up, guns up
N we never keeping score
Yeah we
cooler
Then she'll jack me off like I'm Ferris Bueller
It's hard work being so sexy
Down on the ranch,
Yeah we're gettin' freaky
Suckin on her tit
I don't
you just don't care
forget guns n roses
what's the motif
there's tons of moet
and funds to go get
and huns to go get
with hugs to go give
daley told me
crack spots to burn us take us in fuh burners
Doin time for murders beat us down n hurt us
Cuz we run n durch em get away n dey can’t search us
Nigga yeah
Sunny mornings
Our granny's calling
Eating breakfast on the lawn
Running to our uncle's farm
Up to the barn
The smell of roses
Down by the ocean
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.
*
Words sometimes
watch to God, it means my time is up
By your powers combined, I am captain rap
They been hating on a n***a like
Oh nuh nuh nuh
Aint the same n***a do
Heaven said no
When you pointed your gun
Your face could make the joker wake up
[?] Combine the crates and tear them by the neck
They can't move
Yea we run the town, around we gon gun him down/ couple thugs around and some guns around, urban legend run the town yea we run the town
(Intro)
to buss it
We ain't hearing bout symptoms
Only worry bout income
Like what infection
We affected by the system
No class dismiss em
No mask go get one
My man
wasn’t able to muzzle
In the game, I just tripled the double, I feel like I’m Russell
I rose from the rumble, my grind wasn’t subtle
Them n***** was
I broke the law and I used a gun
I broke the Ten Commandments one by one
I always wished that I had a son
Just to teach him not to
I lived in
I'm bringin' more than that four-by-four
Watch me dispose of all y'all
Y'all fraud a** n****s
Tape me reboard a** n****s
Gun bigger than sword a**
Here's a man the Sheriff watches.
On his gun there's more 'n twenty-seven notches.
On the draw there's no-one faster
and you're flirting with disaster
gone Ball regardless
Hotter than the sun
Got 34 shots in a gun
Call it Charles Barkley
And We might leave this b**** with a few mo bodies
Young n
say to myself, what a wonderful world
But what the fuck was so wonderful
'Bout picking cotton on a farm
The harder they come, the harder they fall
anxious I’m too anxious
Can we leave and smoke a blunt
In the evening with the one's and two's
Clean it up n' then we run
Smoking nah this ain’t a gun
Open
I pick me up by the seat of my pants
And put my fingers down on the keys
To sing a story that ends nobody's friends
I'm sittin' in a rock 'n' roll
of a muddy cold grey sky
Shiny tooth talons
Coiled for grabbing a stranger happening by
And the day went home early
And the sun sank down into the muck
cold
Every emotion in my body feeling hella froze
Got Broke down pick me up like I’m Derrick rose
Blind to the streets needing Morris code
I’m in
2021 ain't no motherfucking fun
Suicide is rampant, by overdose or guns
Covid fucked up business, families running outta funds
Bodies of Native
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