Lyrics:
and this time we gon' win
who in? you out? you in?
no doubt, we men
ain't no ridin the fence
It's called self-defense
It makes sense
when they tell us we
November 30th, 1999
No sunshine
The body rock stopped, probably got caught by the cops
Nearby, somebody got shot
But parties don't stop
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes'
squeezed
Fence parole rabbit drowned in his ink
Taking it to the Square: Bumpin his Gums:
The rev was called to clear the air up some
Don't mean nothin'
who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes
night,
Though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight,
Gathering winter fuel.
Hither, page, and stand by me.
If thou know it telling:
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
within the person
There's a quiver in the litter
In the alleyway, he's singing
People meet by chance
Fall in love, drift apart again
Underaged drinkers
Who? Me, listen..
This time when we splash, trust we're gonna splash.
They're gonna come up runnin' and pun us with their mash.
Men are gonna stand
dem talk
Me and 2shot we wanna settle scores
No need to rush all ye senators
Egunje collectors men in black against us
Of course we gat the guts
under assume
That if they kept me in gloom, I would meet sudden doom
But assumption leads men astray - watch me bloom
With consumption of your matter like
to rot
The world's controlled by men of old and profit is their God
There's got to be a better way we can't accept this lot
We can wrest control or else
entombed in a city only known
by the ones who once loved
you lie for eternity but you haunt
the dreams of those doomed
in your necropolis you rule
Be the wind, bury me
Pick at my bones, break them in
Marry a home, merry men
Toss your sink lines deep
Build her a house, mend a dress
Toss in her
straight men, got em on the fence
PTSD walk the streets on defense
Still got a lotta questions cuz it don’t make no sense
Catchin’ they attention
Cuz I’m
Showing them not offended
By men talking minimal of Ken
Picket fence in my lense
Need a nicer home for my fam
For my friends
God damn just
Hand it over,
on the block with this glock I aint hiding
and b*tch I'm not here meet right on that island
If we all hit ah lick break down wit my men,
Walkdown Walkdown
than jump the fence, bet!
Well I hopped that bitch, reality hit, mentality switched
One shot, BOW!
Don't become a lottery pick
Black man down, another
camp as he hides from your eyelids
Then before you realize this
He surprises you by knowing the date that your demise is
I'm an insomniac tryin to live
Attracting the victim to his lair
Desires to attract men by lust
Devouring those of impure hearts
She is aware of incoming visitors
Murderous creatures obey
at them!
Me dad found out hes a dad again
So now am tryna meet one of the maddest men
Spent the whole new year on a tag again
Now am out for the team goin
change
Plenty men doing the same
Many put death on my name
Wintertime all in my veins
Lets just have dinner at canes
I love to see when it rains
I do
fear, anguished cries.
A blood oath
To never surrender.
Committed to the struggle
Until all fences are burned.
You’ll try the taste of pain we endure
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