Lyrics:
the bombs will stop flying
And we gaze a quiet sky
And we stand in love and wonder
At the miracle gone by
And it ain't like it used to be
Cause it's
where I got a headache
The reason why I'm talking quiet (quiet)
I made a song damn forgot what
I was about to say (damn)
I caught a nigga lackin
murder them you know
By his grace never move on slow
You know mans on the red and he keeping up nice to the flow when he rams for a show
When I pull up
the calm and surrounded by the silence
It doesn't change the thoughts that run a blood red violent
I'm soaked in all the quiet and I don't feel very good
I take it like a pill when i'm depressed everyday
And i'm taken away by all the shit thrown down my way
With a house that's supportive but it ends up
OH! WHAT A CARRY ON
WAS THE RHETORIC PERSUASIVE?
WERE YOU BLINDED BY THAT GREASY CHARM?
ALL THAT GURNING TO THE CAMERAS
SURELY SHOULD HAVE RAISED
the Golden Horn
Blood-red moon, an omen forlorn
On this night, the Byzantine Empire will fall
Triple walls bombarded by cannonballs
Men, you will stand this
charge
Like kings give me the crown
We buildin' up an ant hill like empires we build the mound
And we goin' to the top
It's in my blood, it's in my fuckin'
jet Chris, Dior sweater
Glock not, it's a high tech, it got a nice lever
I'm the empire, that's my acceptor
She gon' get an A, I'm the professor
She
into the unseen
Germany would be kicked aside
With Russian Reds paid by Schiff
Milner's kindergarten would grow
With a global commonwealth shift
In and out
That's my way in
I saw an old sign
When my world was way down
Quiet on the streets
So I climbed the stairs
To the rarified air
watching crowds
Face bruised, puss oozing sores
Nose burnt to the bone, denuded of flesh
Raped, relentless sexual humiliation
Empire of the summer moon
No
the churches money
I'm red fox and you that big dummy
This junkyard was a empire
Y'all let it get over ran by vampires
Most M.C's is god damn liars
Like
faces but none of 'em mirror me
show my ID to the punk ass security
Step on the quad lookin' for the track squad
walked by a bitch who think she's God
many faces but none of 'em mirror me
Show my ID to the punk ass security
Step on the quad lookin' for the track squad
Walked by a bitch who think
the finger
A quiet sign to help pull the trigger
No denying, no fantasizing
Red sky tonight, feels so exciting
In the middle of all the trouble
You filled me
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
the curtain
Red as the operating rooms worsen
Sense a wrong, doom scroll on to less important ills
Why aren't we running for the hills?
Or hunting for
Surrounded by fake niggas and fake bitches
Tryna' get in my ear
What about gold diggers? yeah, all them
You Tryna get them some gig
Give me coochie from
Carved into a man with words of fire:
The empire
Bleeding Human veins cut
by copper asses
Silence becomes violence
White robes dyed red
Piled into
Well my name is Mick Ryan, I'm lyin still
In a lonely spot near where I was killed
By a red man defending his native land
In the place that they call
We are the children of the new world
If you're quiet you can watch if you like
They say the future's beginning tonight
Whole empires will crumble,
are the children of the new world
If you're quiet you can watch if you like
They say the future's beginning tonight
Whole empires will crumble,
hold on to the love
Come on feel my soul through you
So hold on to the love
Come on let my spirit through
Swept by waves of red and blue
Be quiet be
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