Lyrics:
hours in a day, hahaha! So there we are, fifteen days before we're supposed
to leave....fifteen days! We hadn't even written any...well, the boys had
'll watch you fall) Yo!
We'll watch you fall, fall
(While you watch us make it) Yeah
While you watch us speak it, speak it
Yo, I'm from a city
Of cold killers
tryna knocking out
Boy....I feel dead the day my conscience start to tell me lies
Girl...I feel dead can you come around spend one night here
Girl....I
haze
Busting the echoes that blow the spiral maze
Drop through the city walls of the night
In this and where we're from we're taking flight
We are
science drifting then we'd listen when we start (Drifting, drifting)
Listen to your bio rhythms drift and get into your higher image
This is where you find
a part of Necromancy
Damn it got to get it done we're going to get the body moving
Grabbing out the pages that you need to put them into order
Sort them
Is this mic on?
Hey, Hey! Hey-hey-hey! Turn the mic up, c'mon, c'mon
Is the mic on or not? I want the mic
We're bringing up nobody, nobody
Nobody
in the morning
And we're packed into a narrow recording
Studio in Burbank, California
The same studio where the 28-year-old rapper
From Philadelphia
problems
We come with them choppas
They call us the Ladder Boys
Cause we get it poppin
We don't do no robbin, all we do is grind
Hustle from the muscle nigga
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
With my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is
Ain't that a damn shame?
We've got one more summer.
We're a pair of star-crossed lovers who are doomed to fall apart.
We were doomed right from the start
pretend not to like will be daily bread
While the poverty is out of sight
But the present is a battle that we gotta conquer now
Switch head on the daily
some energy
So pass out your tray and let them grab
We're such good sports we'll pick up the tab
We've got a great attack
We've got them on the run
If
were at Long Beach, and they were all sold out. Mmm
hmmm, the very first and only... well maybe not only, but we were the first and only band at that
to prepare for me
On the Greyhound from ATL is
How I move my weight
And I vowed to never let a
Fuck nigga remove my plate
And I never lose my faith
Check out
salvation
Was determined from the start
For God's desire none be lost
Is deep within His heart
He took on flesh to be our
Perfect sacrifice for sin
For those
Fun at all out here in the hall
Mister moonlight succulent smooth and gorgeous. Isn't it
Nice? We're number One and so forth. Isn't it sweet being
are out and growling slaughter by the seashore see the lifeguard drowning sea is full of fishes fish's full of china china plates are falling all fall
these
Other gangs is counterin'
Fish out of water flounderin'
We circle and surroundin' him
I know that nigga bitchmade (Damn)
We done came up from
record?
Divine Styler with Physical Poets, look out
Microphone King Donald D the notorious, yeah
This is Bronx Style Bob...
Nat The Cat, boy
horns, eight eyes, nine tails
And the ten of swords will drop
We're all doomed to rot
Nailed to a cross
The final song is sung
Black my lungs
Kings
Yall ready know what it is man
I tell you man
We just going to start it off right now
We ain't even going to talk
Everything off the top snupe what
hitman I want you dead ya crew dead
If I go in my bag like you did blllllllat!
I'll air this bitch out and
That's on my two kids
Truth is, this not gon' go
Yeah
Barcodes on our skin tone
It’s all good ‘til it hits home
Our goal is to win, though
But it’s a far throw to the endzone
That’s why we’re afraid
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