Lyrics:
formation
Never sell my soul
Love for the game but I really wanna go
I'm sick of this, death to all the fakes
'Bout to be a outbreak!
Yeah ooh, ooh (Don't do
on to the next one
This ain’t like Jay Z this is like REDRUM
This is like dead nuns
Hanging by they necks son
I am American Monsta, you best run!
American Monsta,
Sunday afternoon helping mom in the kitchen
I had went to hoop but I forgot to do the dishes
Told me you won't understand son until you get a pension
ya lips
You thinkin' you rockin' shit, put paper atop ya mitt, cut to bits by them sticks
My gang got no picks, we treat the hood like the Ritz, want
haters throw more shade than a campaign ad
Not surprised at that they mood change see I got my fate
Ironic I’m the hungriest but eatin all ya plates
I
night lights
When everyone was dogging on me
You were by my side
I don't know why you say that
You're proud of me
Cause You've watched me slip
cnd
To be comforted as to console
Let the blood of Your Son cover me
Touching my spirit
Seizing my soul
Lord, make me an instrument
Lord, make me
Riding, yah
Real shit
(correct)
I love to be free
Breaking the half in the kitchen closet
Baking soda by the water faucet
Pot and spoon
separate us.
Christian! You're gonna die by our frost!
At middle age time, Limburg create lots of myths,
ancient pagan cult, wrap of mysteries.
invaded
siege bind their souls to deceit
Vengeance wrought by the gods, forged in sin
Forged by me!
Seer and whore, thunder lord
Why should I weep for thee
you
but they gonna respect your boss
i named my son papoose
he reflectin me
but he way better than me
man controls his destiny
[Chorus]
My parents world just made me furious
I ran away and joined the circus
Young and careless, dumb and curious
Sickened by my kin
Since then I have
I got up and out of bed crying take it away
Stress messing' wit' my head. God take it away
A black man so the Fed's want to take me away
then we hit a dirt road
I know where to go just to find my soul
And ya dig real deep in a big mud hole
Maybe take my son out with a fishin' pole
When
SOUL purpose ft immortal Technique -
"The Other White Meat"
Immortal Technique: the profile of
A wanted man
Persecuted everywhere by the Blue Klux
the world but can't share it (can't share it)
I'm sorry son, we're not the ones to inherit
Old souls
Not royalty
I want nothing
Solitude will prove
I
my time is gone
At the gallon I'm hanging right beside my son
Tears of joy runnin' down my skin
My soul is laughin', they'll never win
I'm coming -
the dream has arrived
And this soul is alive, two worlds are baptized
Underneath these everlasting arms
The awaited messiah has risen to life by
The sword
and flashes strike his son's wain
Flesh and thunder and blood and lightning
Sol et Nox in heavens hot they feast
Flesh and thunder and blood and lightning
By
Ten years gone by since you've gone and I still hate what you did
To my life to my soul, father why? Why...
Ten years you wasted to shape your
But I needed the music I want you to feel this one in your soul
See when your raised by someone you gotta take on their problems
Just because you call
and Mariel and Powell
Can't forget my grandma, God bless her soul
She kept the lights on at night in case I came back home
The prodigal son, phenomenal one
but he touched my soul
with his worn out shoes and _____
that 20 dollars was just pocked change to me
but it could change his world so fast
he mumbled
And our first dance
Well, I thought by chance
God had matched my soul
But time bought its traveling
This distance and solitude
And in that traveling,
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