Lyrics:
And his wife was a thief
All the children were killers
They couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was surrounded
When a voice loud and clear
Said, Come
blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to blame?
There's a lot of dead, how the hell you take the pain?
Live with
beginner killers (uh)
Prayin' God forgive us for being sinners, help us out (112 sing the chorus)
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on (ooh
with, real life beginner killers (uh)
Prayin' God forgive us for being sinners, help us out (112 sing the chorus)
Sky is the limit and you know that
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
my pictures on 'em
Nah, I ain't even in the school yearbook
I don't do too much posing, got a cool killer look, ah
Career crook, get your career
by, I shout
"Hey, maybe you were meant to be my lovin' baby"
(You were meant to be my baby)
Somebody loves me, I wonder who
Maybe it's you
Won't
blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to blame?
There's a lot of dead, how the hell you take the pain?
Live with
PREDATOR
PREDATOR
Stranded by violation
Though treason's destination
Reeking havoc of a killer's
Oppression and vengeance - the chase begins to live
My moon shines so softly
On the hair of my killer
Pour flowers on his head
Help me give him some shelter
Come lie by the river
Rest your head
Blood on the shores transformed to Crimson Tide
I built with Crazy Horse, made a black sun spack
The smoke shack was beat on by drum back stack
Clock tower
Clock tower
Clock tower
Clock tower
9-5 offspring
A New York scene
Golden Age S-Land
By the clock tower
Gotta get it fuck slavin' by
for it real is hella fast
Capitol, a sound that's on the rise
It's shaking unrealized until essence has been raised
Sepulchre, a stage alive by
truck
I'm gonna take that jump
Hope that I stay on track
Can't wish for more than that
I been sittin' by my window side
Just wonderin' how to pass
You could have aimed a pistol to my head
Now I look back and I dread and dread
They say you'll know a tree by its fruit
Only forbidden fruits yours
Reminiscing on death
Killers live in my head
I try never listen to them
I'm back again with a pad and pen
Rapping instead of backing skengs
Badderz gal yeah I'm
much time left
So until they free my killers ima be slidin by myself
Now if I pop this trunk the cutter cook em like a chef
The way he dove in that water
Yeah I mean it when I say fuck omicron
I don't want that shit man I want it gone
Yeah I wanna be enriched but I feel conned
By boris eating cocaine laced
sore chests
I’m more or less your death no question
I’m blessed with killer flows like oceans of orcas
Supporting some warships forging my swords quick
burned by the torch, no tiki
They only wanna see us fail please believe me
Just to dream had to look on TV
Some niggas look towards CD
Then get burned by
The farmers coming'
Figured I'd give you that good news
You flex jewels I set cruise to the next moves
By the next moon ima need a fresh new
S coupe
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
ride for me
I know they gon' ride for me (and I can't feel you by my side)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
How can I not fuck with the niggas I grew up with
fuckin’ bitches, catching snitches by the toe
Stackin’ paper by the boat
I’m a ghetto role model
Came up from the bottom now I’m ballin’
I’m
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