Lyrics:
had me laughin'
God you see how he was laid out, in the grass
With dirt in his mouth, Slim woke him up told him he wild out
Blood leakin from his
Century Fox
Little Glocks
Them niggas with stocks, wheelyin' blocks
Rich lifestyle
Spoiled like an ordinary white child
But right now, Sun it still shine
white T
Fabo off the beans you can do it like me
The Glock A Town stomp on the beat
I A Town stomp on a key
Real magician turn one to a three
If you ever
three
With flames in my eyes
I'll haunt you in disguise
White fog, black shadows
And red is the blood
That you will sacrifice
No help from your god
White
to believe that you are the Son of God
Come down from that cross.
A real Messiah would be able to save all three of us
Can you do that?
At a lull in the wind
flesh
By doing so it cuts the cross
The mossy ground drinks the blood
Of a hundred men in white clothes
The morning smells of death
But still it feels
white rap, just some foil like Chiclets
Never had a wife, you better settle for the mistress
The truth like Al Capone dying from the syphlis
Cross me,
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
all the way to Cali' just to check up on me
Made her go home, felt the virus
Web of life is my weed, false dreams stripped by silence
Deals they had
up on Weezy,
Haze smoke in the room,
Cough, cough,
cnd it got my chest wheezing, uh,
No white, only green,
Throw your Ls up, for Leeds,
Man, I
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
Death rides a horse of pale white
Tyranny reigns as the worlds collide
Bodies of mortal are merged with the throne
Kneel to the crown, or die by the stone
drawn in by him
And I heard him call
Like a distant hymn
I retreated from the silence of my room
Stepping down the ancient stones washed with dawn
Water on the quarterdeck
Already three foot deep
Smokestack was leaning sideways
Heavy feet began to pound
He walked into the whirlwind
Sky
I hit the snooze soon as I wake been sleep for days lying in silence
Waisting the last of my life watching time pass me by
My brain replays
in white are chanting their song
to the altar of Cernunnos.
Crucified on The Oak.
Oh you, God of Moon,
sanctify this magis ritual.
In my heart there's
rag in my pocket match the blood in the curb
Hear the shots in the hood but can they feel it in the 'burbs?
Turn on the news, get seduced by the words
you know this lady never kneels
Red for the heartache and blood shed for thee
White for the stars and stripes and Prince of Peace
Blue skies they
(What?)
What is is, what is was, and what it shall be (Death)
[Verse 3]
One for the spirt two for the blood
Father please forgive me while I take this
our given blood she's
Beautiful in death
By confusion or illusion
Beautiful in death
And when we feared the end was near
All gathered at her side
gotcha
Race
Race
Check it
Three seats over there's a lady black
Entrusted to her care is a little white girl
And the fact of the matter is
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
and walk with Him dressed in white
God’s child, I’m wild, only by His grace
Glowing like Moses on the mount, check my face
But if we talking flaws, yeah,
soaked by the blood of the stars, Frost now feeds my dead heart... the last wolf is crying! (“fuckin’ Black Metal!”)* *MAYBE the only three english words
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