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a gun aimed at his temple one more breath fore he's shot by the system

Yeah I wrote this in blood 
I wrote this in blood 
I feel from above 
Was an angel

Think Market

Black Market Militia

The Black Market Militia

2005

half the hood, is right now, doing time
What's done in the dark, could come to light in due time
Turn my cheek to grapevines, until seen by third eye
Be

a thousand cursed souls 
My room is engulfed in cold, black light 
Reality is gone, there's nothing in sight 
Brace yourself from the macroscopic pain 
My

Soul by the Pound

Common

Time Travelin'

2008

ground ground 
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound 
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound 
Not a rebound but like a hound I get

we need the whole amour 
To withstand his dart showers
So, we can be soul winners
And redeem those sinners
By pulling them out of the fire 
Before they

thousands seen early graves 
Victims of worldly ways, memories stays engraved 
All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers 
The young hunger,

Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get them black clothes

Check

Nas

Creed II: The Album

2018

Listenin', check

Picture what your opponent is thinking inside the square
This is like chess, strategize in the ring
He tryna be a father, but he lost his

Spirit’s Saved by His Blood
It is well with soul
It is well with soul
The enemy trying to take me down, but
I’m gonna stand my ground, cuz
I’m covered by His

THE GROOM 
AND HIS MAMA

NOT A CHANCE 
YOU CAN MIMICK 
MY GROOVE , THE PERSONA

DRILLIN THEM GUTS 
BLACK AN BLUE 
AN-A-CON-DA

BITCHES 
SAY PAUL
HE THE TRUTH

Fuck conversation I want blood put that on my soul
The game is so cold and I play the shit how it goes
Oh you in love with that bitch well that my side

goin' ham on him
Tory had to move from LA 'cause
They put hands on him
I'mma turn fans on him, all his shit taken
My algorithms have risen, I got shit

the stitches of every wound that I sewed 
To give you all a show of my blood as it flows

What in the fuck do you think if this is 
You think it's a game 
I

listening
Jesus Christ he got my soul
Really glistening
Armor of the LORD
Plus his blood is what I'm dripping in
Said he wants to sculpt me
Told him start

(Neighborhood)
Heard the block is hot they want my top and I still came (For Real)
Still work that corner, My circle smaller cause Abel got killed by Cain
I lost

Wanted to show my full range
Jesus said that we will receive power
Soon as the Holy Spirit comes upon you
Be His witness to the end of the earth

Body in the Trunk

Nas

N.O.R.E.

1998

layin dead cause he came for me 

Verse 2 
(Noreaga) 
I had the Queens hoodie on wit the blood on my sleeve 
Gave that nigga one offer he could take

Friends of Mine

The Guess Who

Wheatfield Soul

1968

would meet death and his soul would leave his body
And after having completed the 13 steps the condemned man was met by a giant cloaked figure
And with

swallowing, engulfing
Devoured by darkness, the blackest speech seeped into his soul
The blood of the serpent leaves him whole
The devouring darkness,

my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.

When he shall come with trumpet sound,
O may I then in him be found!
Dressed in his righteousness

that youngin' soul Just like a rib eye
Fly high, send him to that God He like to pray by
If I slide, crack his fuckin' spleen Knock out his insides

green in my blood, I got grind in my system
Switchin' lanes, by the way that niggas feelin'
Is you honest or is you tryna make a million off a nigga

the demons fear me
Cause I do it for his name
Never for the fame
It would be a shame
If I were to die in vain
Don't take me for a fool
Never sell my soul

Fill your eyes with a blood red sky
And a soul that is blackened through
Make you feel how I have felt
Now my gaze looks down on you

Turned his diamonds