Lyrics:
on a
Jet-ski
Moving so flawless my verses are wavy
I'm finna
Gas you
Take all the smoke and y'all niggas be gasping
Went and got out my bag and got another one
with marks on my face
The hurtcore freaks are at the door
I know what you people take me for
And it never ends
This godforsaken place
I wake with marks
Mark seven more by the power of my hand
Glass that city in atomic fire
Topple that nation trying to raise their people higher
And if you think that
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
side by side
I'd glance at you from the corner of my eye
Maybe the beauty mark on my cheek
Was your favorite spot to kiss
Was it a near miss
In another
down to the prophets you anoint
I will never follow your spiteful ways
I'll follow myself till the end of days
Betrayed by the one who claims forgive
must be real nice, cross in the earth marks
The end when everything began
Deaths scars looking like birth marks
Take for granted they free standing
she's rising
Come the dawning of the dead
In famine and in war
Now the harlot womb of death
Spits out its rotten core
By the pricking of my
so bow-bow motherfuckin marks
the execute the start, when the chronic gets sparked
Im like ??
Wrecks I flex murderous rhymes to leave you all dead
what
dead from the frenzied assault
Until by the twilight and all that remained
Were the echoes of death and a fresh crimson stain
And so came the third
dead from the frenzied assault
Until by the twilight and all that remained
Were the echoes of death and a fresh crimson stain
And so came the third
disease, men's heart failing for fear
When hatred grows like wild fire with wickedness carefully designed
It's signs of the end time!
A day foretold by
sent to attack, so I'm following the map
X's mark the rappers out with two head with
Furocious cademies that only need with the next spliff
Step by step
seen through walls hand carved puppets
Don't make a madman out of god's gifts.
X marks something magnificent if it's meant to be,
And I'm meaning
are fighting like a bird
(To) free you from the egg, the egg is all the world
The Sermon to the Dead
A gospel to another life
Hear the words
away
You will remember the night you were struck by the sight of
Ten thousand fists in the air
Power unrestrained and dead on the mark
Is what we
I don't leave it to it
I proceed to gather bands
Mark my target; garner chips and always stay the man
Chairman of board
It's Indy Heat until I'm dead
runnin' through it now can't spend it nowhere in the end
Only got a Lil more left
Shit I'm runnin' through it now
I'ma get sober when I'm dead
Another day
right? Yeah, yeah, me too
[Verse 1]
You, me and everyone we know is gone and dead, so why stick around?
I'd rather decompose in the ground instead
Let my
circled overhead
The stark interpretation
My temptation given wings
Fly me to the dead
By my own relation
To fear
The selves I fear
My hands were reddening
She's gone again
Wonder this time where she went
She's gone she's gone
Out of her head
I hope she's having fun wherever she is
Another day with no end
created by God
The man's blood dripped into the ground which was created by God
Even the giant cloaked figure which was the man's own end was created by
without a trace but now I know that I am not alone.
So mark a target on my heart, shoot me dead or let me start again.
From the cradle to the grave, all I
and waking up thinking
"I’m prolly dead," no
This is just the end of who I was and now I’m finna be who I become
Stories what we make never what someone else
.jpg/277px-Primavera_Sound_2011_-_May_26_-_Emeralds_(5795767549).jpg "Mark McGuire")
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