Lyrics:
of us
And if those ancestors speak in a tongue of drought
A breath charred by the desert sun too long left out
A dream splintered by what they've gone so
heart by three simple vision
[The Visions:]
The first was a planet engulfed by the sea
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
No rock jutted out
heart by three simple vision
[The Visions:]
The first was a planet engulfed by the sea
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
No rock jutted out
ask somebody that
The people that's most affected, by this war
are the so-called hip-hop generation
The Army is the best kept secret in the whole
the Sunz of Man
Summon me, Chief Administrator of the Law
True Master in this hardcore Art of War
I explore the depths on conflict and with no pretense
Found
blinded by the show
Hypnotized by the screen
And you're Living in a dream world
No - I don't give a fuck how ya feel
Imma tell you what the deal is so
When
divine prophet
See through the sea of false prophets, I part it
Split dynasties in half, the last Jedi
See through your mind tricks when I speak the truth
key we serve G and get cake-co
Nobody else you and me and the gang go yaaah
If we gotta go we go to war
With God by my side I can't fear yah
And you in
key we serve G and get cake-co
Nobody else you and me and the gang go yaaah
If we gotta go we go to war
With God by my side I can't fear yah
And you in
again, heard the news diamond vein
Had to split no room to siwing, Sun City wanted him to sing
Easy to see no unity, masses ruled by minority
When these
again, heard the news diamond vein
Had to split no room to swing, Sun City wanted him to sing
Easy to see no unity, masses ruled by minority
When these
in every way
I'm posted up outer space
I split the check with my ace
They stuck on broke like they laced
We riding round with that k
It's only me
who'll put it in ya chest
We ain't scared to war we bring thunder like we thor
Better come wit mankind cuz we feelin hardcore
2019 i was prompt as a bad
not for what’s right or wrong
My stream of thought is in this song
Morality by social norm
A weapon as a new art form
Belief is to follow blindly
You
the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my
peace just feels like another mirage
Split in society is starting to pop
Look at the cars, look at the wars
Look at the age gap that’s filling our hearts
surface
To be committed by the CIA
Criminals in the army engage in war games
'cause we're living in the last days
Most killers make you hate
The world is
murder in the lot
My nigga got popped with a bullet that was meant for me
The adapt by T's and be 's and the regencies
Fuck what the reason be, I'ma
or eight-one
You'll get ate from me, nine and straight blown
Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one
Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two in
Various calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our land
Hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's
sitting in one place
And never saying a words again
I'm slowly merging to the currents trend
By making a story about the circumstance
Witch makes
that shit
We got toasters in the whip
I got fiends at the door
I be trapping like a bitch
I got workers by the store
They be packing thirty clips
of what the stakes is I'ma play my own hand
And I'm tired of being let down by my so-called friends
Regardless to the blood shed – no tears in the end
it's my turn
I give and I go when I get that drop like
Bitch it's my turn
If He want war tell em he can die
Like Bitch it's my turn
them niggahs that's
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