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sounds
And I walk like midnight city in my grip
Like I won't let it slip until I get light
I'm burning all these old bodies, holding no vigils
See

grant their souls
For by their own right, to see this age prolong
 
They will strike you down
For you cannot tame the flame

The end is nigh
Bequeathed

I fucked up on the line w/ fuckin' Captain Planet
Ah
Yeah
From the City of Angels, a demon you couldn’t see
Seeking out the soul of a King who

and this can of kerosene
We can watch the city in a new light

Ignite, ignite the fire in my soul, my beautiful
Let's take a step back, fingers locked

the riot no I don't delay
Light up the fire then light up the day
We die by the motto defining the title
With dynamite bottle to pop shit
Eastside I throttle

a stick
It isn't for hockey
On my hip where the Glock be
(Uh) , my city small
Bitches I fuck saying, "Rest in peace"
To the nigga that shot me, whoa!
(That

you're obnoxious
That's why I drop shit the hottest
How do you feel the content
Strikes up my conquests?
It's not a joke, it's not Andy Milonakis
How

Southside we held down that fire
If I said we didn't I'd be lying
Oh at the same time I was crying
Paint on my canvas again

There was a sound like

Pitcher on the mound, strike! fooled by the change-up
This here is a warning
You fly niggaz falling for coming to church without an offering

Where'd I fuck it up enough to end up
On Marion?

A strategic retreat
I got deceived by the Dean
Move back to Pasadena
For believers in me
I got a couple

the coolest in the room
I could tell a type of person by the music you consume
So the ones that spin my tunes really use it til' you bloom, yo
Ahead by light

like you don't get a third strike
Coming to you live from the pavement
Followed by twelve but I never made statements
Times I should've killed you but

Que Lastima

Ces Cru

Codename: Ego Stripper

2014

get
A KC Tea and some other dumb shit
And I get it with the killer city committee
Murdering em all and we all pack a billy
I kick up my feet

they strike
They're ready to ignite fire they ain't thinking twice
Its genocide hear their momma cries babies just freaking died
We accustomed

Fresher Than Ever

Young Money

Rise of an Empire [Clean]

2014

Rich Gang b**** but I do this for the have-nots

Uh, man f*** these n****s
When I strike I'm sparing everything but these n****s
Got a fresh pair

through the fire
I prayed for downpours, rain & lightning to strike down all I have

And I'll be the storm and the shelter
And I'll be the feeling you're

Killmonger bison and we taking all the thrones
Kill all your kings and let y’all motherfuckers know
Killmonger and bison
Thrill, conquer and strike them

into something new

Under the same moon
Its shadow conceals the bones
Of those left behind
Abandoned forever
To get swallowed by fire;
By the same spark

mother
But you would go and strike her, cause she torch up with a lighter
You sold her what you disrespect her for like you was higher
And I should've

praise to the lord
Toting big colts Yosemite sam backwoods with a torch
Rebel with cause oh yes I am made a way by force

You ain't gotta choice

Firefight
Firefight
Firefight
On the city streets
Cower in the backseat
Firefight
Firefight
Firefight
Next to the play ground
Get the children

Suicide Bomb

Tony Touch

Last of the Pro-Ricans

2002

to win it
So this empire strikes back
Pack that chrome because they send fire right back
Back at home, know where you live and you play at
North south east

blinded by the dark I raise hell till the day I see the light
Wishing eloquent rhymes would counter venomous strikes
I'm sipping Henny with sprite
Hoping

troths, shxt
ctrocities spawned via mics in each palm
Each strike is beyond each bomb that even Sadaam can dream on
cnd we are
Inspired by every line in