Lyrics:
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When I'm on Hurk time I don't need a reason
He gon' crash out tryna' jump off the deep end
I let her catch her breath just before I go deep in
If
Bodies be droppin' down around Queens
By different teams, it's the Teens that tear your ass out the frame by
The seams
The end of the drama center,
The alarm by the bed
Wring the dreams from my head
It's a new day
Leave the flakes in the bowl
Milk unopened, I'm gone
But I'm still late...
the ministry just doesn't care
Maybe if you'll let em tie you to a chair And watch you shave off all your hair
When I won the war it was so many years ago
What do you expect me to do, when everything I do is ok?
How do I look at myself and say “Baby, were looking like a pair of wrecks
Seems like
the vibe
Can't let me down no more
Can't make me frown no more
Its calm death by my sword
No traitor in this war
Pick the needle out the haystack
When I
and my diamonds end friendships
Ain't a million dollars? I can't show interest
When I'm 'round you niggas, I can feel the tension
The shit I'm smokin'
As your soul drifts on the plate
To the floor where she is standing
Rising by the fire
From the torch you were burning
Many years but many tears
just a
Storm in a teacup
You whacked as Aussie troops goin to Afganistan
I'm in the world war with Mohammed my man
I'm takin MC's to war fuck
it nice to be me, ain't it nice to be free?
Do what you want when you wanna do it
On the real, it ain't nothin' to it
Young man on his Alan Watts
When the man will quit the race and
Will feel the sweetness of
The embrace
When the money will not be the
Only goodness of the human being
Hope it
a lamplight glows
If the dogs there don't betray me, no one will know
In the city of the soldier, in the time of war
There I met my Angelina, I was 24
We made
Let's face the truth, my friend
The weight that you bear
Will drain us in the end
Can't we find peace, my friend
Cause the war that I wage
Will will
pennies by the pound
When all I wanted was a photograph
But tell me man
Does your world end at your fingertips
Does your flag turn in the breeze
Does your
dodge fire just like a war machine
Bredda was a good a thing a Jamaica
Love for the music and hate for the haters
Mindful of dreams and ganja by
Many man got chased
And caught by the Jake's
And then they had two hands up
At the end of the day
I made my way
I did it all two man up
They be taking
In a kingdom hurled down in the war
He judged at the rate of heretics
Even the Gods
Devoured by the worm of his madness
For more than ten years he
We gonna ride
Call your man Orri Wit Da 40 we gonna slide
Just in case you try to run up on me nowhere to hide
If it's war we get in the field
Tru-L
and time again
As days pass I'm losing my friends
Thinking "Damn when this shit gonna' end?"
On the lean bench
Because life goes on and the world spins
Man
I'm eatin' day by day, ain't nothin' sweet about it
Act like you don't know what I'm sayin' then you read about it
Built for war like a armadillo
man you’re still in the cot
And you ain’t at the top, it would pay you to listen when Outmatched
Outdone by this man on a mission
After just two rounds
the ingredients you need
When you're making a man
Making a hero quick as we can
The nation's in need of a marvellous man
A dependable dreamboat
A shining
FN should give me and this nigga an endorsement
Yea, we in this bitch
Passin' blunts like the three man weave
Hit my peace, shift the weed
I'd see.
There's a darkness now I could not foresee.
An innocent man resigned to a plea.
A company in captivity by a narrator's desire to be free
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