Lyrics:
To tear apart your hide with sharpened knives
You can see a world with a darker side
Where they harbor lies and
The high oligarch resides (We know that)
think your tough
Cuz your homies brung their knives
So we'll have to treat this with no love
And kill you for your crimes against us
I think it's time
And that gal he was with come running up too
And proceeded to beat on me with a high heel shoe
I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that
And that gal he was with come running up too
And proceeded to beat on me with a high heel shoe
I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that
were to tell you
There's a fresh third part out there?
Which was found by a hip, new prophet
Who had a little
Donny Osmond flair
Have you heard
We came through
We came riding through like warriors from afar
Our black horses danced upon the graves of yesterday's desires
Haunted by our
from the ashes of the past,
In a brave new world, with just a handful of men,
We'll start all over again!
Look, man is born in
from the ashes of the past,
In a brave new world, with just a handful of men,
We'll start all over again!
Look, man is born in
in a flood
If you want to fuck with NIP; be prepared for the cappin
I hope you can see death a 100 days before it happens
Me usin insight to kick
birth
to man.
Raped by the wind and forced to bring life to the hundred
bastard sons.
The unholy ones will give strength for all evil to live
dress to die
Smoking pack after pack
Bitches waiting their fight
Wet walls nasty lights hundred eyes
Watching my rise watching my knifes
Watching me
Let me tell you one thing cuz lifes a fucking chess game
White goes first
Straight away they got a headstart
Starting with a handicap cuz they subpar
Just because you got it
You don't have to flaunt it
With an endless stream of famous men
Pretty as a portrait
Looked like Mamah Borthwick
one-thousand islands
Beyond horizons things were wild
The people act like wild men
A snitches job to frame a mob is over complicated
I am from Louisiana though I
Be nice to have a little breeze.
Breeze on by fuck the cops.
Do we have the cash? We don't have to talk that, hey hey
Get the fuck outta here with
this car
Heart's beating fast
Am I driving too far
I see
Sixty
Eighty
A hundred and ten
I still remember the days
Driving with my mom
The
Only real
there
Was not heard a sound
The foe was armed with toasting
Forks and cruel carving knives
And the lovers sang their last duet
In danger of their lives
my face is drained in tears
Everyone's been saying prayers o'er the graves of their beloved ones
so many people passed me by, but no one's looked
knifes
I don't want to see you that's alright
Wanna forget me that's just fine
So I keep it on my side when I stay with the guys
So I can just forget that
to coincide with their search for guidance
I ask you to listen carefully yes I call Hisense
Cos I am just a system of God designed to speak out
See I proclaim
keepers
I told my boys to getcha, boy, don't get got
Come up in your kitchen
Shooting up your pots
Shooting up your dishes with
Some guns with knives
skies
Craters in this fragile earth
Creators' necks stangled with human gloves
Framed like a putrid presidential portrait
Poetry left in glove boxes
was 36 then
Nineteen with the heart of 36 men
Not every superhero wears a cape
No clone of Clark Kent
But let me tell you more
How my life really went
in the Lord
You live by the sword, you die by the sword
Mind, body, and soul, soul, mind, and body
Never sell your soul for no amount of money
Men
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