Lyrics:
Blazin' artist
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Rugar Rell Dipset let's go
[Verse 1:]
Welcome you niggas to world war three
Turn his lights out I shine
ways and taking names. Breaking into mental concentration, I consciously destroy the games. Figure out a plan to make a change and you can get up out
a passion, cnd I will destroy you
There are triple kids that need, some warmth and care and coddling
If not your thing, then move on right by
Cause when I
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
If you've been plotting on a jackpot, I can cut you a deal
I keep three eyes on the road, no hands on the wheel
Half-alive and swinging by like
Mad geeked he says peace and ends the conversation with that
Not sure what to expect, but that?s the beauty perhaps
So I rush out of my crib followed by
killing my prey
Growing steadily easier each one I'd slay
By blood and by battle, making my way
Unto the breach and into the fray
When I play
There is
words destroy you, just hold still until the lights go down, until the lights go down
So you rise from the blood, you got a steal gaze, cats eye.
you did silence your critics in the North
By hurling them into prison without benefit of charge or trial
Three
They say it wasn't Lincoln, John
(In university)
I swing and I beat off the block (Boosie)
6, 3
Sike girk (now it's Dorrough Music)
These niggas be claimin' they real
Most of these
black
One knee was on his neck and three was on his back
Ain't switch positions till they felt his lungs collapse
Destroy the stores but not if the owner
of weed
And it was stankin huh
I see them demons falling down 1 by 1 it go like
1, 2, 3, 4
Take that sin up out yo life boy You ain't safe
Thru the blood
ripped tear by these on the furniture
So many soldiers are coming to destroy you
Six million sinister satanic warriors
Ill still feel drill will kill
African Amazigh in the Blood
Maghreb in Atlantic attacked by the East
They want us to be Arabs but I stood as an Obstacle
Okba Ben nafa3 and ben Noman
to his body, 9 in his head
Transgressions paid in full by blood, Lil Red was dead
Street code is the shit that we live by
Transgressions is something that
the ruler face to face
To be slain by the knives of God
Your blood will flow through the caverns of Earth
Back to hell your soul will go
On the day you die
a room that's a womb for this mess.
Sick boy, sick boy, bitten by a tick boy,
Tell me how it feels to be buried while you breathe,
Stones and sticks boy,
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
A voice is downed by an opposition
An empty thought contains useless contradiction
On death's beach(3x)
cold confusion(3x) cold confused(repeat chorus A)
(Ahahahaha, wow)
Wow, another fucking war
I am not even surprised anymore by the state of affairs
I feel like nobody cares that there are people
adrenaline rushing
Never stopping, watching niggas dropping
More breaking blood gushing, I done opened the wounds
As I destroy cities with typhoons,
jump to my feet
It's so dark, I cant see
I'm being dragged by the shirt on my back
Thrown to the floor
One two three four
Don't fucking touch me
Don't
But these hungry eyes makes the line get so thin
And I'm about to lose it all
Everything that I've built, everything that I have
Is made, by these two
three
No older than sixteen
Rather skinny
And wearing an oversized hoodie
I need to see his face
As the paramedics race
To the boy
Whose blood
Has now
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