Lyrics:
Sons visited by
Sins of the father
My scroll fragments
Not made to order
For new world markets
Kick in your door start it
How you come
Hands on your head
Sons visited by
Sins of the father
My scroll fragments
Not made to order
For new world markets
Kick in your door start it
How you come
Hands on your head
lives
And this rap is really fire
It's just pushin' us up higher
40 yard kick, 40 yard kick
40 yard kick from the middle of the pitch
40 yard kick, 40
all live in a Jar sim
That was made by him
And his four limbs
[Chorus]
Beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten
Oh yeah, did I mention,
nigga, attackin' ya.
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up.
I only do my dirt at night like dracula.
I'm wanted by the feds, these
You wanted to meet the team?
You're facing with 10 opponents
I'm the truest son of the demon king
Erasing Meliodas cause
He would just leave
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there, a lot
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
one more time for just for good measure, fuck em
Raised by the King that before me
Slowly crept up and still paid dues
I embody the South, the swang,
quick
Lotta ice, king shit
Tell by the drums
You know its it
Told yall we would never quit
New coupe
Dark tints
Black shades
Jordan kicks
Fresh prince,
could go in a cage and
Fight and knock out Kimble Slice
I live by the gun, die by the gun
Just to get closer to heaven with
Pimp C and Big Pun
This is
and double Tramel and Bankroll
RIP, O-G-D free meek, free Roscoe too
Long Live King Troop
Multi millionaires still robbin
Make you Feel it in the
Air Tonight
been on that, because it's f'king great. And we
decided actually, when we heard the soundtrack we were really so tempted to realease it as a live album
ain't warming up I'm pre-cool
'Cos I'm 'bout to get mad icy
Before I kick off ice me
Before I get too pricy
Peep the body and then stand by me
Book me
talkin' 'bout cheddar
Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt
FUCK y'all niggaz talkin' bout cheddar
[Ras] Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
[Can] Four swordsmen
[Ras] From the land
dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',
dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',
of shit was never given to me
That shits a fallacy told by the enemy
Trying to get ahead of me
They dead to me, everybody dead to me
Everybody know that
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
as good as it gets
When it comes to me and Leon you know we ain't gotta try hard
We live in the future but not stupid so no masks off (wear a mask)
We
everyday we haffi sing
Live up you passion because we know it must live
Who a try test you with negative get a sting
Them kick up a ground and still bow
show. Picture me all over the gram, extra extra. Bought my chick a fur for the winter she like the texture. Fought my whole damn life to be king and beat
Dayton's in his hand
Keys in his hand reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Alesis he had dreams of Caprice's
Drove by
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