Lyrics:
[Krayzie]
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands
[ clapping your hands] 4x
[chorus]
As we ride by the end of the night
You will
walkers, boys in blue
the army on the fly
And all of this and so much more
when a horse came riding by
And all the worlds so full of rage
No time
can feel it in my bones like them 8-0
Let me in that convent like they Gwynevere
Codeine dripping off of that Wockhardt chandelier
I need a bad bitch
a Rollie and a 2Pac herringbone
Midwest kids damn near all we used to hear was Bone
Two family flat, mommy and aunt used to share a home
Boy, I'll rip
moves ahead
Sometimes I'm ahead of myself
I'm not God by then just
Tryin' to better myself
Cuz I done seen niggas turn
Paper planes into 'jects
Cuz this
bones
And I know that the howling will take me home
I can see some traveler's footprints
There's a little bit of blood in every step he made
I
or Jack Triller
He got track fillers for a album
If he had Jigga on an ad-sticker
Wouldn't go cat litter where I'm from
Malcolm, I knock the thoughts
rather attack Tigger or Jack Triller
He got track fillers for a album
If he had Jigga on an ad-sticker
Wouldn't go cat litter where I'm from
Malcolm, I
Stone)
Bad to the bone
Shackles on feet now we free by the code
Trinity three I feel peace in my dome
Now we deliver divinity tones
Wrist game bad I don't
talk only the streets tell stories
With blue and red bandannas on the street
And if you slipping, you'll be six feet deep
'Cause me and T-bone, we pay
don't bone out
I want to see what these black men are all about
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport
First
kingpin, who also slam and strike edition
Whattup, Corleone smoke the bone Tone phone me
Whattup he tried to slang there, address him with chrome only
brain and bone
Panting for slaughter his limbs rupture twisting to a lycan breed
A scroll of flesh holds the secrets of the skin walker
Call on dark words
to tell; he masquerades as an angel of light
Shakin' our heads 'cause gangs kill over red and blue
But the entire country's divided between red and blue
hide and seek
Look Marr and Mackk like No Cap and Rylo every bar is sweet
Said he counting blues but we know he a Kappa fuck that nigga greek
Look Ariana
on Rappad, they stay stashed
This the legacy of Grandmaster Flash
And he bears that on his back, yea he won't look back
My grandpappy laid tracks so that I
all bury
My conscious tends to be plagued by money and hunger pains
Nothing left to my name so I pitch to niggas outside
Hedonist night walker, hopin'
the blessed mic christ
Just a man but a spirit nonetheless
Who leaves behind a catalog and finally can come to rest
He's survived by a tribe
that extends
hard live by that motto
All them haters they follow
Hit that bitch once I got options
Why you talking
Gawking
Got this album dropping
While he flopping
sick of all the bullshit I'm tired of you niggas
I'm sick of the Plush Drama and that nigga X Blue Slitherz
Devin is so retarded, he needs a singing
I got trailer trash class I'm a blue collar man
I work my fingers down to the bone
So just get off your high horse
And leave the work to me
And just
Johnnie Walker Blue
The finest label just for you
Don't say you love me
I wouldn't know what to do
My ex called me crazy
Call me insatiable
He told
right now
Even though this helps me to sort my goals by priority
The time it will take me to finish my goals is not guaranteed
On top of that new
You see I write my name in stone as I grow into my own
I'm bad to the bone and a beast I'm in my zone
No need for hallow tips or 9 that's plated by
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