Lyrics:
dead, the colour was red. Lives are through, the colour was blue
People are fighting while people are writing.
But I realise someone is hiding the truth
accused
Of heresy on three
Counts - heresy by thought, heresy
By word, heresy by deed
And heresy by action - four
Counts do you confess?
Wilde: I don't
be on that gang shit
Get shot in your face bitch, reaching for my chain bitch
Made it out them chains bitch, I'll never change bitch
Still keep that
lost a beat away. Purst in like a one way sender war give a heart like a fay. 'cause I can ford a red eed only street a wide a ree land. Die-mond make
and the choices niggas make
Hook
Chest Pains (feel it in my fucking chest), 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I feel it in my fucking chest, Chest Pains, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I feel it in
learn a lot
By the way I think my perm is hot
Teaching math makes me burn out
Look at my muscles I have my shirt off
Sorry I have colour weakness
I can't
the Three 6
40 Cal. in my draws runnin from them laws
a clip is rolled in my sock, I'm hoping that I don't fall
I'm certainly hittin corners,
to trap niggas
You in the trap with us, when the lines is as vivid
As the walls on the graph, autographed by the Lord of Wrath
I reside between
fucking colour I can see
Colouring, every fucking book, since the age of three
Call me mean, but in my defence, it was just a dream
Waking up,
back
With a metallic blade and either silver or lead
While it's still blazing burning all red paint the colour of your death bed
Cause you know you're
Back again, you know the business
Mafia in the cut
Uh
My instincts are ultra like dude's
I'm stronger and harder to bruise
I'm built up so different,
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
vibrational harmony
With sound waves would be titled Break Dancing
Graffiti Art the study and experimentation
To find meaning in colour, light and dimension
can't forget her
(Chorus)
LEcVES cRE SPREcDIN' WIDE OPEN
BLENDIN' COLOURS, GREEN OCEcN
VIBIN' ON THE ScME POTION
DO IT SLOW-MOTION
(Verse 2 by
narrows her eyes
Everyone looks at my mother she is one of
If not the most influential
Socialites in the city
He hands her two passes
A red one for her
you canceled like a homophobe
In this PC culture, address me as the GOAT
Like they call Chief Keef Sosa
In my sectional like a fuckin' three piece
(JT on the track again)
As a matter fact, pulled up with extra ammo
(Samy made this shit)
Stopped by the store, me and my Loc, like get a pack
in the South American towns
Where the miners work almost for nothing
So the mining gates locked, and the red iron rotted
And the room smelled
in the South American towns
Where the miners work almost for nothing
So the mining gates locked, and the red iron rotted
And the room smelled
red and black colour suffocated into lovers straggled everywhere is power
Yes you can ignore it
So i have made a mess between fancy and life
That everything that they dealt with had me in mind
As a human being, as a man
But not as a slave or three fifths human
I have the right to bear arms
The golden sun is ever gentle in the valley of making
Where it's the middle of the autumn when it isn't high spring
There are men of many colours
Bag it by the sofa
And whip that pyrex
Two waps up
Little nigga don't try this
Steak mignon
Have dinner by the Eiffel
I was running outside
Twenty three
they're still bent on destruction.
The generals and politicians who advocate war should be made to wade in the truth of it,
They should spend sleepless
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