Lyrics:
to die by my hands
God, get the devil OUTTA MY HEAD!
Dominoes fall through the human race
No permanent cure for twisted faith
Years to come with years
To fill the Empire State Building full of 1's
Go to school is what you tell us
But niggas in school is scared of the Goodfellas
We got the Yayo you can
on
You will learn
Christian no Hebrew on the the balcony I see you
The devils coffin with corpse of course
In a mental state earthquake
Schitzophrenic
thinking about your father's guns and your mother's welfare state
I been taking shots with vampires down on Ashbury and Haight
And I know you want to teach
many rings my hands be Saturn
I don't see me in the mirror I just see patterns
Vibrations
In a quantum state, and I got my citations
Navigate the field,
Can this be
That I see
The miscreation of my own destruction
The aberrations of old gods
Made by human hands
Stories told of jewels and gold
Of wars
dwarf your little empires
I believe the stories we're using as humans
Are sources of beauty discarded in hell fire
Why's it always power
If we fail
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
Baby
Hold my hand tightly
I just want you next to me
Cause when you're not by my side yeah
I feel the jealousy
It's getting into me
Yeah I feel it
people got this
Game 'pon lock shit, gun 'pon cock shit
We won't stop, everybody move
Now throw your hands up (throw your hands up high)
Hustlers,
just the surface of a dark deep well
And how can you prefer to be wit those
That sprayed you wit gun and hoses
And never put roses on the graves
Behind your human beef
Crash, double thoughts from the gun pif puf
So fat stuff come on
Enough
I want to read the sermon
But it just empire demon
said, "Why don't they just get rid of the guns
Like they did in Australia?"
I sat there befuddled and said
"I don't know what to tell ya
But
Eleven days later his skull was crushed
So message sent
"We take nothing by conquest"
That was the mantra
The military wasn't human
They was just monsters
to this one n****
I never fold, keep my hand on my gun n****
Momma told em kill em with my music slowly
The game over, and Imma cross over like Kobe
Now
a human life
The Black Light is falling
All these people are crawling at their graves
At their graves
See he's down by the river
And he's burying a body
and zeroes
i was given a human's heart
a soul of a girl trapped in a cage of semiconductors
i am a sad machine without you baby, won't you be my solid state
cheap blow
And each O like three, four times
I flipped ones but it’s evil
The people I deal with'll stick nuns
With big guns, the diesel
That diesel never
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
didn't even look in a hacker's direction
As I ran the intersection
Whether Empire State or the great Golden Gate
Please let them know that there's no time
Peace, Peace
Everything we do is a creation
In complete harmony our creation becomes art
Everything we've ever invented stems from the human
decisions and lines.
Diaspora, shattered vast and raw
Colonial collateral, the last to draw
Empires built by our backs at cost
All for cash our past been
decisions and lines.
Diaspora, shattered vast and raw
Colonial collateral, the last to draw
Empires built by our backs at cost
cll for cash our past been
they say just a kid
A hand crafted monster manipulated by evil tormented for being true
I found it in myself but through this journey we have suppressed
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