Lyrics:
Retribution handed down to you
Generation to generation
Guilty by association
We are laid to rest
No more of the lies
Justice shall be served in
[Originally performed by Sodom]
Company of heaven has sent us a chosen apostle
To the treasure of the damned
Blessing no longer be poured
Lock your doors, run and hide
Can't nothin save you when the W hoo-rides
Peep - I'm puttin suckers to sleep
Ready to make a motherfuckin hit, geah we
that of you?
You, you are so strange
Why can't you be what you ought to be?
You should be scheming
Intriguing, too clever by half
I have to hand it
ahead
Don't understand just how we got here
My memory dangles by a thread
Try to bring it back but it's fading.
a voice from behind
(Tim)
No, no mate you wanna' hold the pears
'cause I've been watching you from over by the stairs
Turbo cash is cool you wanna'
Know your place"
It's like a voice
That won't go away
Live vices we hold to tradition
Like children not allowed to across the street
Starving
Yeah ahh here we go come on
Grand Central, Grand Central
"You ready?"
Grand Central come on ahh, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm like a lightning
your forgiveness
You did what you ahd to I did
What I could now we've gone
Our separate ways
I never found comfort in your
Acceptance if times
It's been a while since we had last talked
Knew things would change, but not the way I thought
It's funny how priorities change when you walk across
Circus tonight at the old square
Families are crushing to get inside
cttracted by the lamps of the fair
Impatience is rising so tide
Mr Clown's
of us
cause, its not over till its over
till im over you
cause, its not over till its over
till im over you
you know this love that we both once had
was
Once upon a bad time, we lost our innocence
Boarders bleeding darkly propagating indigence
Kindness overcome by fear of scorched earth relations
We
WOOP)
That's what the fuck I've been trying to say
Me and my whole damn family acting murderous ways
That's why we only gather once a year
Because
the Jag' but they the wifey
Icey, is what my merchandise be
Know I'ma star, so they over-price me
Charli B'More be twice you bitch
Tell you got no style by
sustained by unseen hands
I feel the need to sing a song
That wrestles with the divine notion
That blood atones, that death completes
That joy can
Looking For Suzanne
Bob is a trucker out in Phoenix,
He drives that 40 once a week at least,
And lately when he's headed out to Tenessee
He thinks
sort of musical vigilante,
On a one man crusade to do away with anything even remotely whack,
He rips the lips off of rappers and frees the tracks.
We
portraits
Verse Two: RZA
Check the mic lines for wire-taps
...we're under attack, man your stations, take aim, proceed...
Fire back, all hands on deck
on the grind
And I won't let you throw away love
When I need it you gave me a shove
We fit just like a hand in a glove
Like you came from the heavens above
When
feeling blue
Cry to me
It's quite OK to cry sometimes
Let your eyes get cleansed by the tears
Sometimes we need to wash away the pain
So we can see
Yeah, uh, aye
Sitting and faded and I'm like bitch where are we at
Rhyming off the dome, I'm like lemme write that
It's too hard for this little
up tell me when does it end played da block no other choice was just the hand that was dealt smoke a once a day for da pain you would think it help but
to the come up
No loving
How you get your paper look baby I'm not judging
Got it out the mud yea we got it out of nothing
Its real shooters on this side aint no
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