Lyrics:
collected
Where the blood is collected
One by one, they were all wired into the thought of terror
Watching the earth melt through the hands of the weak
by 4 inches
I'm a grimy nigga so I like my bitches cruddy
My clothes dirty, dick shitty, and my knife bloody
I did too much dirt to turn back now
I'm
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
Like earth quakes that rotate and Grow great meters by inches Centimeeeters
I roll like centipede worms
They call me GO
Lofi is just is like my enemy
repeatеd
But he needed not a reason
Making meaning in my shadow
Three headed demon
Fire blazed, head of arrow, I'm en route
No stops and layovers, spin out
I
still I'm makin you jet, shakin the set
[Phesto]
I'm unique with this on three hundred and fifty cubic inches
of horse-powered fuel injection, positive
be the blood? Maybe it's the blood you like
Or maybe it's my blatant disregard for life
Most people are afraid to deny it
But not me though
I keep
Deflate fake heirs to the throne or the culture abolished//
unapologetic so I'm set ready to bomb shit/
74 inches of obsidian in progress //
A promise,
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
you threw slugs
You can do it too young blood
I did you can do it too
[Verse Three]
I know you heard the story about the dude with the attitude
So it's like
3.30 in the morning right
We've been up in the studio the whole damn day like
Boys make sleepy an tins
Then I hear this kick and I feel
clenches
Shots passing by, missed by inches.
A disposable life so relentless
I tore every show that ever did Camden
It's not my fault that my mum says I'm
Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious
it's just a few inches!
There's a rainbow in my sky and it ain't rainin' do'no why!
Got my ruler I can see ... we can move an inch or three!
Can I just
confined
In wires or nine to fives
Or borderline
Suicidal and traumatized
By evil lives or knives
We let into our fragile minds
Our lives controlled by suits
than all 3 of da Ed’s u humpty dumpty niggas fragile like eggs
Make em scramble dey gon mix wit da bacon droppin dimes singin like Clay Aiken
New packs
the ball I guess they can't handle the shit
If I'm not involved I have to go off and lead by example this year
And now that I'm on I head to the top
to change the angle, then tighten the screws
You may have to make it thicker by using 2 or 3 thin strips
Number 6 and the last step for you lot right okay?
motherf***ers next
Suplex, n***a, break your motherf****ng neck
Murder-One case-beater, walk out of court laughing
Lead shower your corpse in a blood
Check
It's Dirty Devils and Edward Scissors
Like an equation, it figures
We're off the scale, but not sheddin' our skins like lizards
Too cold
you cuz you nutted fucking fast
That's why she sees me the K-A double T
If you're 6 inches I beat you by 3
I'm not the type to talk without the fucking
the F know
But death row
I'm coming by the inches
And them niggaz outside on the benches
Don't think that we in the trenches
Cause we got a 600
And we
eight inches above sea level
ninety three million miles above these devils
play me in the winter
play me in the summer
play me in the autumn
any
not leave me
Under any circumstances - be straight
Romances come and go but my heart's in a fragile state
She's like heroin and so I've resigned
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