Lyrics:
Yo Nate, shit is crazy, I shook hands with mad dead niggas yo, all the
Niggas that used to be on the block, Ill Will, Marty, Black Ed, yo Son
Mad
visions and your song
Am I the only one thinking that something's wrong
Am I the only one not dead and gone
In the court of the electronic god
I
sung for
the countless dead
God save brave Johnny Company,
stiff-upper-lipped he sipped his tea,
atop a mound of babes he'd killed,
to keep our
The balconies of the hotel, lay still waiting for us
Asking God for our return, dusk will only know
When will you be able to grow another inch?
probably never know til your dead either way
What I said is real, sing!
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse: Angie]
Uh yo uh..
And I'm not bein cocky
'cause I work my
sickness.
Weak and feeble minded, a substance turns into a way of life,
You choose to run from your demons and hide,
You will not go without and nothing will
You'll be dead before you stand, the gods have turned their backs
A force this great not seen for a thousand years
Leaving nothing in it's wake
All will
Cigarettes and lightning bugs
Not stopping for nothing
I slash, I burn, dead weight behind bumper
Outrun headlight, heart pound like drummer
Dust kick
in the Golden State
I brought my shooter like he Wiggins
He get to Wiggin
My friends is dead I think i'm Uzi
We trapping in real life
I got a script
I am a slave to God
He won't give me what I want
Come back to me my love
Let me have you by the tongue
He gave me weaponry to become the best of me
You were so afraid
You were so afraid
For what?
You were so afraid
You were so afraid
For what?
Uh, you know what comes with success
Not
to be poor it wasn't written poorly
Getting tested by dropouts and old schools who sit and score me
High grades of weed who was willing to die paid
supplies us with the note "F", a humble bee "see", and so on. So it's not really music but it is (fantasy and reality) The massed ranks of the Blackstone
Stained by your blood
And by the crowd that daze me
Invoking your weeps and my spear
Deep within your wounds
But what's this void in my veins
Fever followed by hemorrhages and then the organs corrode quickly.
I felt sickly on arrival to quarantine,
And then thought about the dream,
Or rather
future road
Seldom travelled but never told,
The world is crazy my mind is paralyzed,
And hypnotized by these walk-bys
Families cry from dead souls lost
I
but I know you're mad as hell
No one knows I killed you except you
But we all know that dead men can't tell shhh
Homicides in the dark, can't trace
the war is
Whores get it too pop 'em drop dead gorgeous
Dog apply that raw I'm stoppin' you chumps
I'll leave you like a stripper uh topless with pumps
This
hustlers play
(??)
I'm a treal ass hustler, a for real ass hustler
That made it create it not to be imatated by you trick ass busters
Straight hustling for
the abnormality
Purged by cruel morality
The former God of the now dying sun
He is baptized with the blood of innocence
The president of the demon senate
I
then cut
Him up and look inside of him
What the fuck would they think
If someone lied to them?
Sold em the dead dreams
Listening to philosophers
Going
essence
Sex dressing, quickly undressing
Not knowing that their fortune is ruled by the present
Don't know their lessons
Don't bear witness to God while
write to the devil, tell him he's a bad influence,
'Cos it's not worth playing god when you're the story in the making,
(Love)
(Love)
Tiptoe
Silence is golden
Go through the motions
Silence is golden
The same color that my throne is
Yeah
Damn can't believe that my homeboy dead
I still
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