Lyrics:
the layers til I'm slipping on floors of bananas
Lit a store of candles
Get me mad I got the core of banner
Surrounded by rich, surrounded by poor
Nothing
on her face
The tears on her face
The tears on her face
You can put them back together with your paper and paste
But you can't put them back together, you
on her face
The tears on her face
The tears on her face
You can put them back together with your paper and paste
But you can't put them back together
say much more, I'm with bronem
And I wish Bane coulda' met Ronin
Jakes wanna pull, like Logan
Submariner, green face, Bruce Banner, who's badder?
It's obvious to me that we're destructive
We're part of nature, not above it
Hate it or love it
We're trying to survive by taking innocent lives
But
that what you meant by space?
Your dress is made of red flags
Sometimes I think I'm color blind
Lying is a sin so I'll go to hell
I've been telling
to give it to you
I can only try to do this
Being killed by first bullet
Different flags, lots of faces are merged into one
I don't feel emotions
Pain
it
So we laughing at the opps
Cause when they diss
Niggas don't mean shit
Yeah
Like bitch I told you
That's ah red flag
Lying to my face
Like I don't
of my seat
A white flag raise it up in repeat it’s not fair
I’m done I’ve admitted defeat
So I’ll bury my face in your hands
Mouth tastes like an ashtray
you see your glass half full
Or do you wave white flag when you face a bull
Do you play fair? Oh, tell me, how do you bear
When what you've always loved
And come up and do a walk by on your bitch-ass
It's nay thun, don't give a fuck about how much money you got nigga
It's about how you outsmart the next nigga
on her face
The tears on her face
The tears on her face
You can put them back together with your paper and paste
Stick out your tongue
Drink down
Rated M for Mature ayy (Ayy) , what? (What?)
Okay (Yuh) , all I see is blank faces (Blank faces, yuh)
Haha, ayy, ayy (Yuh) , okay (Okay)
What?
Face to face thats how i like to handle it
Save the day you can call me mr anderson
Cypher dead these niggas they talking presidents
Pockets is trash
Check it out
What yuh yuh
Ch-Check it out
Face death
Get the checks
Know the rest
Get the best
Pound the chest
Hit the head
Gon' to rest
Nobody wanna
I found a black beret on the street today
It was lying in the gutter all torn
There's a white flag flying on a tall building
But the kids just
His grace
By His grace
Omo the shawty be awesome
Ye ye
The Don dada
The real shatta
Ina whole Ghana
ɛle rom no enhu me banner
Nyen naade no yen kasa pii
swallowed his razor (wsssht)
Say no more, my back be parked against the wall
Trooper square holding, 'Face don't give a fuck about the law
Take off
to face
Smell of death no place for grace
Vultures circle on the battlefield
A way out by killing still
Warriors fighting face to face
Smell of death no
is waiting for you
To walk by and lead us to life you made new
And ‘til then I’ll hang out my flags either way
He’s gonna come someday
He’s gonna come
Carnival flags flapping loud
Baffled by the radiant lights
Our sunglasses fail us
Pierce my eyes, tantalize
The foolishness of our desires
The shadows in
You know I keep a big bag, I burn flags, got enemies
Got plans I lay 'em out from A to Z
Got dreams, don't care 'bout what you say to me
Got dreams,
My eyes were burned by all the red flags
You're kinda like fake news!
How the heck am I with such a wreck?
Such a wreck... Hm...
I've made better
We're here to smash your face
We're here to end your waste
The world has seen enough of you
Summoned by our burning rage
You will feel the holy
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