Lyrics:
ball, I ball, I ball, I ball
Smokin' loud, shit burn me up
Beat it up, Ike Turner her
I'm a killer, I'm a murderer
She tell me she never heard of us
the stands to the courtside
Got a couple hundred bands that's a horseride
Let the doors high, yeah
Giddy up, we been tearin' the city up
I'ma cop us
calling
Your name G O D G O D G O D G O D
Counting me out faith is counting me in by the hours I
Spent at the house with my face on the ground out of my
catches us, he'll try to kill us
He got a whole army of Kiiers
Me no worry, I got the clapper son
End of the first verse, chapter one
Word
Shit is real in
a light, nigga?
Used to chastise or string us up to spite niggas
War to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures
They mix us like mimosas, hang
niggas flip flop (big boy)
Yeah, my Force Ones in tip-top, now form a flip-flop (big boy) (me?)
I like the limited edition in khaki and army green
ignore US.
*produced x L. MARX., Dhani Sol, Keenan Davis*
(additional vocals by Jimiece Jasmine)
shrieking now
Oh, do they speak for us?
And where do all these highways go
Now that we are free?
Why are the armies marching still
That were coming home
shrieking now
Oh, do they speak for us?
And where do all these highways go
Now that we are free?
Why are the armies marching still
That were coming home
Who can ascend Mount God so high
Only the pure heart lit under His sky
Men of integrity, women of virtue
With God by their side they pursue
Awake, O
niggas flip flop (big boy)
Yeah, my Force Ones in tip-top, now form a flip-flop (big boy) (me?)
I like the limited edition in khaki and army green
Three major players gettin' papers by the layers
And those that betray us on the block get rocked like Amadeus
Fakers get used as shootin' targets soon
THE WAR TESTAMENT OF CAYLEN-TOR
(ON THE NIGHT OF THE BLOODYING OF SWORDS):
O' grim gods of battle, empower us this night...
Anoint us with
the first nigga that's catching a case
I stalk through the hood, get a QP, I'm so G
You can not do me, I'm a certified gangsta
And I'm sponsored by Louis
Leavin your whole species hopeless
Human, Exo and Awoken
Stand as one a band unbroken
In a barren land ripped open
By the beasts and parasites
Where
numbers up
Whole squad coming up
Snakes in the grass lay em down dont implore wit us
Niggas cant tour wit us
Niggas want war wit us
Said she wit the shits
Become his weakness?
Our roses have been tricked!
They have been picked so many times, by
Generations before us.
Our roses have grown sick.
Poisoned with
ain't cutting up
(Big Band$ Entertainment)
I remember back in time when I ain't had no friends
I still don't need none
By the way, your life could be
is to bless
And blesses us is possibly be less
But probably be less
Will lessen your being
While being blessed
By Odin
Transforms your seeing
Wisdom
an avalanche
Like a steel river it flowed
Not an army but a force of nature
With the mystery and menace of fog
A cannode of artillery
Followed by an assault
bands.
We'd all been branded rustler's by the big ranchers of this land.
Well it was us against the cattlemen, and the years just made it worse.
First
Performed by minneapolis
Composed by sonny t.
M p l(l) s
I used 2 play the gig at archie's bunker
Then I up and joined the jeffersons
I was in a band
I got these bands
All up in my pocket
Finna pull up with a muhfuckin rocket
Call up my plug just like I'm a socket
I'm off the boat and I don't need
eko Miami
All my niggas steady grinding
6 o'clock we dey for tarmac ooo
Boys dey high up ooo
Steady on my grind just to get some doe
The party dey go
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