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Told my dawg, "Put the gun on rest"
I'ma kill 'em with my bare mouth
No need to pull the strap out
Young Eagle never back out
'Til Madison
of a bayonet tearing through human flesh
The soldier next to me firing his sidearm in desperation
All these sounds still echo in my mind,
And as conducted by
I see the rising sun
She belongs to everyone
And that's fine by me, I don't care
When it comes to bliss, I'm a communist
The birds singing up in
dreams
strong as a kick, loud as a gun
together we come , together we leave
Surrounded by cups over flow’n
here we are on the grave of broken dreams
Stage
If love was this door, I've slammed it in your face, ran out to the balcony and jumped to the ground.
I've sponged the place in gasoline before
come
When man reaps the land with a plough not a gun
The sorrow of millions will be buried with them
That demanded the death not the life of those men
better.
No one's gonna lace you, like I do
I get around babe, I'm a straight gamer.
Verse 1 *(Black C)*
Chapter one
I'm blowin up the scene wit my gun
have ever known Grabs you by the throat There never was a light at the end of the tunnel The tunnel you have been trapped in all these years And one
on a run
Don't ask ku ndzi fikile man
I’m in it, I'm the son of a gun
I came here by force and I'll leave when I want
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tearing through human flesh
The soldier next to me firing his sidearm in desperation
All these sounds still echo in my mind
And as conducted by death
Oh, Jerusalem!
Oh, Jerusalem!
See them coming with their submo guns
Flame throwers in the hills of Zion
The helicopters of the Lord
The brotherhood
The first time we met u were so much a child caught by the fire and runnin so wild
Destined to take on the world
Oh my craziest girl
Sprung out
This parol be like Lionel Messi after suffering
I became a leader by killing so many my enemies
Who dey breathe?
Make them come
To my door
I no run
for that procotol
In a room full of wolves with the same as it goes
We all reachin' for the top everybody wanna spot
Everybody wanna shine niggas
up and see
If they got what it takes
To represent the people
For us who saw the prequel
The last decade was controlled by the evil
With the man in
Wipe that phony grin of your face!
Who's getting laid by babelicious joys?
They lick my ass in the daily rage
I'm getting paid for using my love-toy
Fresh from Moscow
Over Volga came to comrades aid
City in despair
Almost crushed by the Führer's army
Oh, it's colder than Hell
Hitler's forces
the "book of lies"
To suffocate seed of church
Forget the paradise
The church is a loaded gun, war has begun
Rebirth of blasphemy
You still try to bless blood
I'm gone
You can't get ahold of me
So long
It's coming over me
I fly by
And shatter the speed of sound
Sky High
And I never wanna come down
Oh Yeah
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