Lyrics:
a talent, so let me flaunt the gift
Chorus
[KRS-One]
Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin PAID
Push up ya han-ds, if you don't have AIDS, biddi-by-by
come to the t'cha
Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin paid
Push up ya han-ds, if you don't have AIDS, biddi-by-by
Push up ya han-ds, if you
a jade bi
Bad commando
Goal getter, score like Hans Zimmer
Mad cruel summer, we fall, but it's winter
curse is im sicker than a lotta other cyphers
Like
O
The prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit
Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn't have it
So I grab it,
The prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit
Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn't have it
So I grab it,
it back all white (don't get no blood on the dope)
Burden on my head, dawg I need to get some bread
Chopper and a mask, gotta heater bustin heads
breath and fire my spirit
If the Goddess is the sky
Why do we pass her by
Why do we long to fly
When we can get by
Ah ah ah ah
Earth my body water my blood
I can do it on my own
I don't need no hand out
We be schooling all you niggas we don't need no hand out
Our energy fit fry egg
Let's see how that
breath
Using up your valuable oxygen
My hand popped up out of the dirt
Crawling out with broken wrists that don't even hurt
My blood won't squirt it's
waited patiently
To be baited by my enemy
Who says
Gimme gimme blood gimme
gimme all the blood
gimme gimme blood
gimme gimme blood
Gimme gimme blood
that, I preach it, my nine reaches
the prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit
Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
Smack ya cabbage,
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
blood curdles
growin cold like im Gerrit on the mound
win the pennant, hear the crowd, pinstripes on my shirt bold
they love the comeback kids who run
Take my hand-let's unite
By the blood of Jesus Christ
Take my hand-let's unite
Not for color-black or white
Take my hand-let's unite
Let's
of a king
Till the blood on your hand is the blood of a king
Sound the death tone on our march for revenge
Spill the blood of my enemies the oath of a friend
not running from the light
Let me know what fate decides
No I'm not afraid to die
Coz no one ever really dies
Hero with the rhymes
Hans Zimmer with
Mmm
Mmmmmm
Yea Yeaaaa
Yea
By any means ima always protect my energy
Before I'm gone let me know that you gon remember me
You know it costs to be
pray with your bloodstained hands at the feet of your pagan gods
Then you try to place the killers blade in my hand
You call for justice and distort
nigga knees weak and i'm living on it
Bon Jovi so take my hand I put the x on your
Future till you become the exponent and you know it
Got got got blood
excited worshiping my Maker
I'm redeemed by the Blood of the Lamb I'm redeemed
I'm redeemed by the Blood of the Lamb ehehe
I'm redeemed by the Blood
ground
There's blood on my hands
There's blood on my hands
Yeah, there's blood
It's getting hard to listen
When the clock is ticking
Counting
ground
There's blood on my hands
There's blood on my hands
Yeah, there's blood
It's getting hard to listen
When the clock is ticking
Counting
it was the blood (Uhn)
Made new and free
Freed me from the curse (Woo)
Made me righteous by Christ Jesus
Not my works
For all the promises of God in
myself clear
You gonna end up like Osama
Kill team execution killed by Obama
What's in my hand?
Dollar bills
Blood on my hands
Shoot to kill
Why my actions
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