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Armageddon is upon us
Time is up we will not admonish
Or give you prior warning
30 seconds before the storm hit
Fools continue to ignore shit
Surprise in their

how many real ones lefts
No real ones left
Look around, all I see is real bums left
Man I'm guessin' all the real ones left
I've been surrounded by fake

Know your bitch-asses won't put up a fight
We got the guns and we coming for yours
We will force you into funding our wars
Take the weapons first, due

the listener
I hope you know you're not a prisoner
Time here's surely is a blur
And any second you can disappear
And when the rain's coming down on you
I know it

Wish my mind and my heart wasn’t having a war
Looking at the fucking floor while I’m checking the score
Telling tales by beach while the waves hit

survive
For 30 seconds my life flash before my eyes
All we could do was stay together
Pray we make it through hold on tight for dear life knowing what we

drawn (Nah)
Life is hard in this land
Wanna get by gotta do the crime
Father steady looking for the milkman
That's why son became a slime (Slatt)
Son is

played 
It just my thang 
Imma G man
Coming from the street damn 
Or where ppl get killed
Or finessed out there shoe man 
What I'm trying to say
Is that

Manifest
The first miss is that you listen, the second's in suspicion
The third is rhyme addiction, whenever I be spittin
I'm flipping better flows.

spend an hour by myself
How the fuck will I not make it with all these Hours on the shelf?

Time is money and I believe it is pay me o-clock

Dear my,

and forth)
My heart is beating your face
(I mean, my man's coming from every angle)
Xaul Zan! I leave a fat trace

We made your bounce so hard in your car
It

I jump war to war  
How old am I?  
How many lives?  
Will I live 1,000 more?  
Oh I've grown tired of gravity  
My humanity is torn between love

No Pistols

Twista

Adrenaline Rush 2007 [Clean]

2007

Yea mobster, let's ride on them bitches
It's time to go to war, niggard, you ready

Don't want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain't ready to roll,

is coming from some lost souls
But you think you got yours, still don’t see the pothole
(Five) Cinco y’all get cute start making of some lingo
This

of ceremonies, organic chemistry
Sometimes your worst enemy is your own memory (Mars!)
(Yeah!)
(Accent)
The son of an activist and advocate for socialists
Has

and jam sessions became our churches
We been at war PTSD babies
Thank you for yo service.

Hook:
One time for the city
2 times for the culture
3 shots for

a blunt and I’m sighing, bored
I hear niggas knocking at the door
Talking about some crucial shit like Cascade
This shit is war round these parts
This shit

finally made a difference
I don't know but I'll give up in like just 30 seconds
What You think you finally got it beat
Depression is like penny wise it's

state
Curvin the bullet like I been Wanted
I pulI it i fuckin run it up
Huntin you down ain't no escapin
30 Second traveling distance
Call you

scriptures but damn it's my mission
To get out the life I lead is my ambition and truth
Nah it's just my vision
Hit em up second round knockout who shot ya

place, where did the seconds go?
If I'm losing my mind, I wonder what is next to go
Wishing it would stop, but I can't end the show
I rewind through my

listening to this, wash ya ass it only takes like 30 seconds but trust me it makes a huge difference


I love you all and this is just the start inshallah

a part of my agenda
Cause ill shoot it out wit ya b4 i surrender
Niccas thinking its a gam til they look up at the score
And you down by 30 wit just 20

You hoes get peppered down and sizzled up for brunch, gotta learn to crunch, popping by 30, do my own stunts, please believe me time, it’s I just