Lyrics:
father, I no fit tire
Working requires energy, locomotion with the oil
If I flow in the holy ghost, flow pelu tyre kan
Don't have to wait till I'm weak,
You're about
To lose your nerves
Shocked by the horrors of war
You can't keep your self control
Really hit hard by this war
Now you want to kill them all
the door
You never heard it before
Raw battle reports is what
Ambassadors stand for
Making rhymes not war, droppin' lines
But don't sniff 'em
I'm chillin'
Look, you know if it's not about self-expression
Then it's not me
Why don't you hold onto your horses
Listen, uhn
There's no love for a brother in
great dane
They havin' ? handy for supper
What' s worser, don't even want a
Nigga like me to go thick
What the hell, if you really want to suffer
Stop
The ninja of lust
My tattoos embody my words and my trust
Mask of Athanasia covered in rust
Hahaha so you wanna come for me?
Don't you know who I am?
Don't
Prepare yourself – for the redeeming angel
Give us shelter under – your blue shiny wings
At Last the day will come – we will be strong enough and able
I'm in my own lane
Yea I just do me
The day a nigga try to test me
I'mma go john wick 3
You want peace prepare for war
What do I gottta lie for
Put that
for the blood bath, niggas don't know the half
I got the illmatic graph, prepare to go to gaf
Down to the yellow brick road
I'm 22, Rampage, I'm
of the ass, A Future Without A Past
You god damned right a hundred g's in the stash
Prepare for the blood bath, niggas don't know the half
I got the illmatic
the score
He was a nazi!
But not anymore
He was a nazi
John Wayne killed a lot of gooks in war.
We don't give a fuck about John anymore.
We know his tale
all my life
Uh
I ain't praying for a mill
Cause when I was coming up we were praying for a meal
With my E63
Fam I always kept it real
In my Sean John
Invasion
Stormed by their forces
They claim our skies
To raze and to scourge
Hide away
Don't let them see you
They'll hunt you down
As if you're
you don't fuck with me
Like I don't fuck with you
It ain't much for us to talk about
'cause you don't fuck with me (Yo, yo, yo, yo)
Beamer, John Cena, can't see me
Got the pedal to the metal and I ain't stopping for nuh
Got the hammer in my hand, I'm finna let the blakka buck
Living
Sparta
As go we to war with the gypsy king
Hear the roars as he walking to the ring
You're in the presence of greatness
Don't do this for the money
the streets I don't need no deal
And I miss my nigga Croshawn he go hard
Shoutsout to John-John he taught me how to shoot that ball
And Angelo that my nigga
motherfuckers get the dick
'Cause now we kick in the door, you never heard it before
Raw battle reports is what ambassadors stand for
We making rhymes not war
survive, at war with the warrior
Hot with the rhyme.. pennies
Turn the heat up, and bend me
Prepare for the next milleni'
I can't sleep, I'm in the shit knee
Everybody got a thing they'd go to war for
But there's a war within me
The evil I don't even wanna do I do it lately
Lord, Lord I'm tryna keep the peace
fucking hell.
Step up, prepare for your final fatal shutdown
Leaving vitals disabled unstable, unsound
Synapses are snapping from their cables, spellbound
still shining
Don't get the same opportunities most gotta back door it
Some sell dope some play ball some rap for it
We all just trying to get through
the God of War like Mars
That leave MC's smashed by my Squad
It's odd y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous
Of my extreme fellas, rockin'
don't see faith like most the older see
If he or she is listenin'
A mere sign can spark me
But if the laws in the Bible are bogus
Then prepare for
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