Lyrics:
I’m broadcasting loud like Martin on the balcony
Blood of a martyr, and props to Sadat X and Common
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, a time when MCs was rhyming
buildin' countries every
Couple of weeks i can see it comin'
But there's nothing to see
Bass in your voice
But you ain't talkin' to me
Tried to get my
get it by any means whatsoever
Real niggas never die, watch me live forever
Who Am I
Thomas Jefferson declared, all men are created equal
His pen game
at the hands of police
There is nothing we can do but mourn their deaths
Kelly Thomas and George Floyd will not be forgotten
SOP will not be forgiven!
Standard
and leave the whole world in amazement
Courdroys creazed up
Name on the back left
Throwing up the DC
Since niggaz want act deaf
Banging nothing but the .38
sin
And rescued me, and rescued me
What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus
What can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood
Found, Found, Found All my words are clear Clear
Let's go I kill for my bro, bitch I act like Thomas ay
Ice tea in my blood, I'll be numb, I promise
will be your friend and you'll feel really blessed
When you're seen in public next to Ali in a dress
A crime fighting diva using nothing but fashion
She
em plotting from over here
I wanna fucking disappear
Went in my room, contemplated
Feeling nothing but devastated
Isolated, aggravated
The Thoughts in
But guess what?
She already left him
Ha
Yeah
Why?
‘Cause I’m a boss, it’s literally in my blood
Yeah, it’s in my blood
Why?
‘Cause I’m
to a poor human
They ask questions like why do they still make more of them
There's nothing that gives them more excitement being in the
Blood money gang
Blood blood blood
Where do the boys lie
Mud mud mud
How does the grass grow
Blood blood blood
But I lived a blind life
A white face in prison
But
(We got London on da Track)
We're not against rap
We're not against rappers
But we are against those thugs
It's the thuggish ruggish bone
It's
and pulsating cartilague, a thick, red mist covering the whole scenario, made by nothing but the ferric fluids of sprayed blood on the thin air, The Beast lifting
the blood of Jesus.This is all my hope and peace,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
This is all my righteousness,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.Now by this
just by the hair of my chin
Cause I doubt more than Thomas and I make my own bathtub gin
Barely made the fold, but Jesus told me he'd go out on a limb
So
and broken in a joke like comics is
Not enough paper to be paying folks compliments
But when that paper got low so did my tolerance
And it ain't no truth in
gone, the ground's turning cold
The stores one by one they're all folding
My children will go as soon as they grow
Well, there ain't nothing here now
gone, the ground's turning cold
The stores one by one they're all folding
My children will go as soon as they grow
Well, there ain't nothing here now
The stars, one by one, they're a-foldin'
My children will go
As soon as they grow
Oh, there ain't nothing here now to hold them
We running my phone keeps buzzing
They want us to stop but we ain't stopping (No way)
Ye I'm covered by grace but step out of place
You can end up in
Tacos & Captain
Written by: Nicholas Benjamin Howell, Jonathan Johnson, Alan Benjamin Thomas
Brown eyes
You look so good in the moonlight
The way
As an Ole Head I won't be disrespected by no one
Go head O head
Go head O head
Go head O head
You young bloods have nothing on us
Rock with me Slide with me
subway train run through the city like blood through the veins
To the heart of Medina, but Shaolin is the brain
So take heed to these words
And feel
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