Lyrics:
The nature of the wicked is indelible, impossible to change
I told you that you can't tell who Satan is by color
Lucifer was Black
Black devil red
the ground
Hector's body dragged three times around
I will carry the torch to your funeral Pyre
I will ask of the wind to send high your fire
Hector's blood
poisoned every drop of my blood
And everything I love, like I don't give a fuck
Leave em cryin in the dust.
Personally I ain't nothing but an average joe
and reigns with fame
Kingdom's open and we seize it with force
Christ, the banner, and we carry the torch
Eating his flesh and drinking his blood
Eyes on Jesus
rd and inches, now I'm 4th and 3
Cause I'm back tracking on account of these
Memories
Deja vu said, "Hey do you remember me?"
I'm being held hostage to all this
The Demon, hes going up top; this could be dangerous for everyone involved here. Blue Blood is up, and hes down. Taken out by the flying clothes line. Demon
roarin'
Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then
I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back
Give me a corner, let me serve
This the type of jam that be getting no airplay
You asked for it buddy, here it comes
One two, watch out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep
Mary Mary’s little lamb is
One of three absorbed
My friend, you are the pecking order’s whore
Kshhht! Roger dodger
Camp of the squalid contra
The single
(He slept with for three nights
And thus he had all the mead
He now quickly shapeshifted into an eagle
And flew away as fast as he could)
(When
Crawling, just to make a statement
In this matrix
Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man
Somehow found, amazing!
By the department of sanitation
destroys the black
Or they take you out, one by one.
Basted, baded and done.
A nigga dead from exposure to the sun.
Victims of hostile elements.
Yo
Mic check (my dick!)
Testing, one, two, fuck
(My dick)
My nuts
My attitude is worse than NWA's was
I'll battle you over stupid shit
Yo
Mic check (my dick!)
Testing, one, two, fuck
(My dick)
My nuts
My attitude is worse than NWA's was
I'll battle you over stupid shit
uncle, uncle
Drowned by the bloods that's on their hands
Say what, say what?
Got damn
The gravedigger creeps into the crypt then strips the bed
And all that time that 187 was on my mind
Shot the man in cold blood
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
don't wanna battle
Turn it up loud make the whole block rattle
Boom boom- this one is gettin' blazin' hot
Boom boom- make you bust another shot from
cower at my battle cry
No rapper left alive
...
That kaze no kizu hit u by surprise
Asparagus wit salmon
Im liable to hit u wit that special beam cannon
I
shrimp on my plate, look like dolphins [dolphins]
Pushin cookies in the soft ones
I can do better, by myself, not bad
Girl ate the whole thing if she call
Used to call me wack now I'm hearing no complaints
No restraints to hold me back surrounded by broken chains
I ain't bound to this earth by any spoken
Then you hit with the flurry
Where it hot shells and cold hearts who love pain
Let it rain just to wash away the blood stains
Money, money, sex,
lightning
As time passes by
Battles are calling again
R.
We are the Kingdom
Through fire and blood and into the war
We are the Kingdom
Intruders
has been rough, made us tougher than leather
Bleeze and Nomad, knights of the Divine order
Blood-bought by Christ and it’s thicker than water
Друга
at the slumber party
Clean up aisle three we got another body
Koopa, Koopa, Koopa, Koopa, Koopa, Koopa, Koopa, Koopa
Koopa, Koopa, Koopa, Koopa, Koopa, Koopa,
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