Lyrics:
Child wild adventures walk trillions of square inches
Ten percentage try to drain me of my mental strengthage
Heavy wattage knowledge cleans blood
the plug, and I'm the boss of Freebandz
I'm Black Migo, that's forever, this shit right in my blood
All these diamonds and this money'll make a bitch catch
I returned while they were eating supper at the table seated side by side
upon a special stool. So I said when they were finished with their whole
of atlantean spires.
The sky is black with chaos-fiends,
Spellcraft rides with witch-storm's wings,
Beneath the vaults of time-lost tombs,
Sorcerers summon
the sun
Armies converge, spears towering spires
Swords unsheathed, horns of battle will sound
Fueled by greed, blood shed for gold
Wealth is hard won,
You beg to paint my walls
Come tell me when you're through
Because my brain is multicoloured
In shades of black and blue
Fog comes quick
A vision
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
me forget about the color I might be
It's likely they just like me
We different but the same we covered by the blood of the King
I don't do black
Breast milk, you made my day
Know we had to do a remix right
Take that, take that
Drunk driving on a Wednesday
With three bitches in an MPV
I wish I could sit here forever and watch the world go by
I wish I was god, the all-seeing eye
Often, I stand by my window, and just like a fly
we are dead after all
A cloudy head of spines, a blade of vishnu spire, a heart of granite doom
O-oo oo oo oo, whistlin' down the water
O-oo oo oo oo,
disarray
Echos ringing in my brain
Same thang, every 3 am
Cold game, can’t sleep
Fuck it, let’s paint this pain away
Bob Ross how I turn my L’s
Into some
that was so mean
I threw it in my name
My soul laid out on the block like arms spraying
The law hating, warring like Blacks and Caucasians
God versus
press fast forward
Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hit's, well
I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my black ass
by 4 inches
I'm a grimy nigga so I like my bitches cruddy
My clothes dirty, dick shitty, and my knife bloody
I did too much dirt to turn back now
I'm
enslaved by the flesh
To trespass against God's holy law
And tonight I come for you
Midnight strikes, the candles sputter
Muttering their recking
blood runs I stay in bed under the covers, but fear forces me to see the closet door open, and Shimmer pointing at me (Chorus) Eyes black, she bloody,
drank his brothers blood
Three crosses for the brethren
All praise the black deity
So fearsome great and mighty
Mark our spirits with thine
to feel her
I start going low, you can call me Gothita
I'm her Nidoran and she my Nidorina
She talking 'bout pussy I might need to beat up
Inches by inches
pitch-black spires spread across this cursed land.
An all-enveloping fog now surrounds this rotten earth.
Past stray debris and ash-like spores, he's out there
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
some blood
Tonight we'll set this world on fire
A spire for the unnamed
Everything they know will change
Then fade away
One, two, three, bang
Let me
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