Lyrics:
the land for the highlord
God bless the land and our highlord
War and anger shall reign
The clash of iron can be heard
By blindness you're driven insane
I'm
(Word up, check this one)
Guns and clips, carried by cliques, eighty six
Same shit nine six the old and young switch
Poor verses rich, wars
For Korans holy bible the archer rival
The comin of the Noahs, Mahadis, Messiahs
The street vibers, the burnin of all MCs by the fire
The great instead
the juggle
I do it for family, my friends, and my loved ones
Ye
Endure through the pain, and the rain, and the struggle
Pressure makes diamonds and diamonds
me to win souls
For the Kingdom of Heaven
By the look on his face
Man I knew that he was not joking(that's right)
All believers, rise up, stand firm
a scratch, fear none of that you won't feel a tap
But that's after the task is all completed, so don't you worry bout all
That bleeding, it's just for a movie,
Procession by virtue of war, blood stained hands
This fall of creation
Sound this requiem as we ascend, unholy battle until the end
Burning hatred for
I'm wearing white to my funeral
If you still love me then tell me so
Don't be mad if I disappear
You can find me by the pier
Pacifica
These ears
talk to my folks when I need some closure
Family move like gambino soldiers
Ready for war I'm a Indian chief
Ready for love I'm a angel with wings
Two
frightened turns from the truth that he fears
His friends that were killed for the reason of war that is fought over lies
The pin-up remains ever after
explode again
Expose ya friends
Expose my sins
I broke the mold at ten
Surrounded by demons
And the hearts they’re eating
Nobody’s grieving
In a world
Only gettin' by cause I don't wanna disappoint a friend
Still I wanna fill the void with some more fucking pills again
You say you are a friend bitch
lives are overshadowed by
Visions of our own hearse
Visions of our own funeral
Like a flock of doves dispersed
Like a ray of sunshine
Our gifts shine
cross ya out
Chorus:
Hey yo, I walk by myself,i die by myself
'cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self
I do for my self,make moves for my
you and Pac in harmony, probably hugging
While everybody from Brooklyn to West coast is bugging
All these gang wars, Big, show me a sign
As for
one thing, for sure, the funeral's pending
I got young boys tryna get a name and attention
In the trench, it's all love when you're broke as fuck
In earlier news, the police still haven't found three well known rappers
Formerly employed by Hypnotize Minds
They're asking if you have any leads
In earlier news, the police still haven't found three well known rappers
Formerly employed by Hypnotize Minds
They're asking if you have any leads
on the swivel these niggas be hoes
Bitches jumped ship and some friends turned foes I just said fuck em I gotta get doe
I sold that white girl that Marilyn
own well
My mind made it to a place of perfect peace
My pure heart looked at God and saw me
Still filthy in the flood of my own eyes
Made holy by
blessed say I love it
But on the outside I say fuck it
I do not hate you I love you
I wan by your friends I can't fight it
A Boogie Still Think About You
on the outside I say
I do not hate you I love you
I wan by your friends I can't fight it
A Boogie Still Think About You
Put me right in my feels cuz I'm styll
the visual, Counting my residual
Waiting for my funeral, never go outside
So family, friends, ain't usual, try to make life beautiful
And it's never way too
Before you life ends
And I ain't never had no
Love for a fake friend
Or a fuck nigga, better duck nigga
Better hope one of them things
Don't get stuck in
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