Lyrics:
million ways to die, I'll choose for you
I live by the gun when you try to move on me
I stick to the script, sometimes I'm too loyal
I step away, get
or bought
Just as wisdom and experience
Cannot be told or taught
Hold the fort
I rep' the globe
Across the galaxies
And find the state of Earth
And it's
manz he patch sum
556's broad day
Sirens get to yellin
Hit the back door Alley
I just Dodge a case
Gun powder on my hands
That I got to erase
Khoppa
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
the air"
well I checked the chambers of my gun
saw I had one final bullet left
my hand it looked almost human
as I raised it bravely to my head
"drop your
Glock in one hand the other can hold yours
I wish I could say more but there are no words
It's hard to believe the state of my own world
I'm tired
Walkin down the street with my, glock in my hand
No safety, you know it and our guns don't jam
Keep one in the hand and no need for cockin
When
Into plastic they are packed
Boring bitches, shit is wack
I'm off-topic let me get back
Humans do not need a reason to hate
We do discuss, we do
dismembered or lose a hand if you won't surrender
With their coffins nailed closed, can you ever really count on justice being exposed
To the mustered courage
ever change us
Every city, every state, we kill each other every day
Do we even care about us
We always put the blame on everybody else but ourselves
So
industrial governance
Tryna take our rights away until freedom is done with
Nothing but destruction, we can overcome this
Have a united state of mind
for blood.
Would I explode with guns would I mount human hands to the wall with love,
Probably all of the above and then some.
Spread a little
hand
Don't you know you're just a worker and your boss is my man?
L.L. this, L.L. that, soon as I walk in the place
I want to take my gun and shoot
sanctuary's sake
Being the victims of honor killings still permissable in numerous states
By fanatical law a shamed husband can gun 'em down you see
When it's
and watch the whole world burn
This human condition to destroy
Present sinister urges confined to a state of nothingness
This agonising torment
Total
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
A fucking murderous son of a gun
Look down at your hands
Look what you have done
You've taken the life of your own son
Because you've taken
Innocent niggas get locked up every day, man.
That ain't nothing new..."
But, yo, on the other hand, you tell some brothers Mumia's on
death row, and they
spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go
I take the L, transfer to the 2, head to the gates
New York life type trife the Roman Empire state
[Mos
The nigga got the paws put on this nigga by a motherfuckin' dwarf, gang
Nigga put baby hands on this nigga
Wrists, ankles, hands
Waist
Mafuckin'
It's lookin'
to seek peace in Your reign
Though mountains tremble, oceans may roar
Your peace speaks louder, our hearts adore
Authority Yours, not by human hands
We rest
the crew
Music is life I live in the stu, humans is savage grew up in a zoo
Pockets was hurting ain't know what to do
I came from the bottom got nothing
Freeze, keep your hands up
Just 'cause you throw your fit, don't have a tantrum
Please, all of this is a mantra
Craig use your hands, guns don't make you
to play
Finally an answer
To set society straight
Punish world leaders
Humans is what they hate
I feel sort of hopeless I'm just trying to get by
Got a lot
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