Lyrics:
a suburban ego war
One, two
Drinks and friends by the river Thames
It's a suburban ego war
Packet of Benz and a bag of tens
It's a suburban ego war
a suburban ego war
Drinks and friends by the river Thames
It's a suburban ego war
Packet of Benz and a bag of tens
It's a suburban ego war
Heaven, hell,
hangs in most
Homes and around our necks
And we have just taken that
For granted all our lives
Is it a symbol of hope or hopelessness? The
World's most
Reporting live from where reporters die
Newscasters coming too early
Witnessing homocides
Pearly gates forming in the sky as we
Wait for your suit
Shadowcast was ready
for travel to Otherworld to deliver Eriel to his fate.
His journey through Otherworld was marked by what
could pass for cheers, if they
about it nigga come get in the car
Reach in the back for the AK
Okay
Lets see if you ready for war
Scoping the target
Mark it then you pull out your
coming ooo,
Is coming like war ooo,
There's no bus stop,
(Burn by fire),*2
Enemie of progress ( burn by fire),
Enemie of destiny (burn by fire),
You
people passing notes
Not unusual, he might say
But where are the flowers for my baby
I'd even like to see her mean old mama
And why ain't there a funeral
in a crime house filled with roses on my casket
All my family and friends at my funeral wipin their tears away
Mama screamin wake up Im just restin
Cincinnati caps, black and red
I'll take an Actifed, go back to bed, allergic to the fumes
Having a funeral for the news cause the facts is dead
The trust
in my funeral
Bury me in my jewels so niggas know my life was beautiful (ha)
Illest to write it, all challengers are invited (uh-huh)
They all was
Time to run, yeah
Time to hide
Holy war in the land of fire
Never tempt the
Wrath of gods
Gonna dance in the death of life
Take the hand
Enter
my friends
So sick of funeral high school reunions
So tired of pallbearing all these Scotts and Erins
Staring at indiscriminate victims of drug
Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Say, "It's time for a change!" (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
I know I'm at war
for your record when it's selling
When it ain't, that's the end, no laughs, no friends, no girl
Just the gin you drink 'til your car spin, you think
concerned with makin babies
Never lookin for work the streets
Raised me for war
Schooled in laws of currency by
The ways of robbery thought
They never stop me
It's a Holy War homie and we armed for combat
The enemy camp we stomp that
Holy garments on like boots and fatigues
Cause we gotta get the victory,
of the
Year."
Now I've been asked by all the delegates--and members of the board,
To tell you of the funeral that won me this award.
It was handled with taste
the greatest in any region around
The continent
I mean it
Even when leaving the south
I be daring any heathen to try reach for the crown
If you ain't scorched by
whites
I just got a death wish for muthafuckas that ain't right
You got black skin
Still you gotta show and prove, friend
Back to the facts
What about
In the name of the Father and the Holy Ghost, the answer that no one else knows, thank you
God for the ability to change and grow
Feeling so low
a Holy black panther
Put to death the past had to Holy that standard
I Can't lie self to the side
All this reverence for Jesus got my hands up high
It was
Pay attention to their energies
They came as friends, but they are enemies
Your screams for help to them are melodies
You lose the war, to them it's
Though the debt we owed was great
By your blood it has been paid
Lord we thank you for your mercy and your grace
Holy holy holy
To the one and only
Every
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