Lyrics:
and what you call 'God'
Holy Bible to the Holy Quran
Everybody seekin' salvation
Some try to get it by smokin' dumb-dums
Some only feel it when they get
You gotta be ready to go to war like everyday
And if you ain't goin' come outside nigga that's just how we play
Take a trip to my side that ain't
dry.
The shades of a thousand steel
Come flashing by my face in the fury of war
In desolation and abandoned fields
The hungry make their stand when
dry
The shades of a thousand steel
Come flashing by my face in the fury of war
In desolation and abandoned fields
The hungry make their stand
when we fall
We belong nowhere
And by the way, you're dirt! Dirt! You're dirt!
Always know your worth
As you roam this mirthless earth--You're dirt!
This is important stuff
I mean, these kids are being screwed
There's a whole generation of them
They got constitutional rights that are being
to show him I long to see him dead
The walls dripping red from the axe in his head
And I'm sure now he's dead by the look in his eyes
Put me to sleep
Every time my parents were gone
They'd hire this baby sitter named Dawn
I'd stay up late, watch MTV
Opened up a whole new world to me
She always used
who was used ans abused
To my teenage mothers who was young and confused
To my fatherless children being born by the millions
This is more than just
more than to be war-torn and collateral
Offering this fuckdom as a pathetic means to say
"I only know how to exist when I'm wanted"
Girls like us are
location
It's understood that Hollywood sells Californication
Pay your surgeon very well to break the spell of aging
Celebrity skin is this your chin or is
Sun!
Your fire burns in his eyes
Holy Sun Oh Holy Sun!
A half god chosen by the gods
Holy Sun Oh Holy Sun!
With your means he has won many wars
And I
you get all your chances
So make no mistakes and make sure that nobody else advances
Make your way to the top by any means necessary
And carry on until
I'll get mad and try ta flush your head down the toirlet
Baby gave me the game - when this niggaz that's bitch made
Gimme my props, call it Ace a Ace
down, By now you know our purpose is
To take this scene over, Who the fucks going to stop us
When half the cats that enter battles these days are
But the next time someone asks about this funny thing called faith, I'll have a thing or two to say. I suppose that by tomorrow, the words could be
bridges rise, their death doesn't mean my demise.
13 is a long way from grown.
13 is a long way from home.
Drop out of school, join the war, is it
Hustle hustle Hustle hustle Hustle hustle Hustle hustle
That word doesn't even make sense any more
cwards don't mean shit
But I put ‘em on my resume
Im on the scene like what
Came through murder up the scene like what
Came through tell me what you mean like what
Said she wanna be in magazine like
Got Fed Up By The Lies My Eyes Closed
Changed A Key For A Fiend
Affiliated Grabbed A Piece My Fingers Itching Brought Him To His Knees
The Concrete Had
a hoe
Can't fuck with shorty
These bitches be gross
What did it mean back then?
What do we do when the pack gets thin?
Smoking it up til the sun gets dim
Hutt
Delphidians are black with leathery skin
Midichlorians are wack
We'll never see them again
My mask is Khaleesh, made Greivous look mean
Cape's got
mean? Let me explain
Divisions of race and class in these prisons
Make us feel better
But it ain’t really living
Kinda' like aspirin the numbs the pain
a little Jameson
Got drunker by the bar
Now it’s numbing up my jaw
I’m untucking my gun and just
Fuckin busting at you all
Basic pumping and dumping
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