Lyrics:
think my gun was a Crip
Drive by, walk by, bicycle, motorcycle
Killers pulling up in all kinds
14, 15, 12 years old
Young niggas slangin' iron
Sometimes I think I'm a killer
Scared you in your house
Even scared myself by talking
About Dahmer on your couch
But I can't sleep next to a body
the k sound
Shot a echo
Squeeze triggaz
Them puzzled when it lego (Let go)
Any man play round
That a lay down
Life a no game now
Can't be an idiot like
punches
y3 beginni game naa final round
Revival sound (Woow)
Revival sound
Ay3 hu cos we be calling the tribal nouns (blaw)
Girl bi se ode na koma ama
it up before you drown
Make a move or make sound
Live enough and do it loud
Find the cure or let it end
Feel the pull of the poison
All around until
and we hear this idea of revival again with the story of Jesus
Who was forsaken by one friend, betrayed by another
Crown of thorns on his head, mocked
Let it be consumed by You (Ooh)
Cause all I want is You (Ooh)
Say breathe on us
Breathe on us
All consuming fire
Ignite our hearts
With
salvation is here
Alive in Jesus, not bound by the grave
Can you feel it coming?
Can you hear the sound?
Our God is moving, our time is now
Can you feel it
joggers, wear bright clothes
Tae bo, five flo's
Lizard, Centipede, Snake
I'm a killer!
Cereal, cereal killer (This is the sound of a cow: Howl)
I is equivalent to four arms
Joell Ortiz is the body
The cannibal slash killer, kill you then eat your body
Joe Budden is the pair of legs
He runs
Fade out, and they made fake claims
We doubt, and they name same names
Filed by denial. Life-long lanes, made out to pay how?
It's a notion addict,
This game is survival
This track is my revival
I have no rival
I am no Jesus
I ain't writing the bible
I'm a god This stage Is my final
I'm a god
This is a Remnant Sonics production
On the day of Pentecost, all the believers were together in the upper room
Suddenly, there was a sound from
Addicted to the screams, you hear them sirens
Killers bustin' shots and wilin'
Body bags, you know we supply 'em
We rydin'! We violent!
Addicted
Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up
And when I say pop it up I mean dealing wit the tug of the gun
We can do it if anybody want it where
a rider, na he's a killer dresses in all black
But his hat says stealla (stealla)
Pedal to the metal I gotta go hard
Drive by and say hello hey Fredwreck you
Now is the time for freedom
Abandoned by cold religion
My heart on fire
We hear the sound
The sound of revival coming
The sound of Your people rising
material, made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing with the skill that's iller
your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN
As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore
but giving you more and more, like ding!
Nah
killer dem ina face shot a land (yow)
Uh could a run to di Babylon
Bullet faster than sound, shot a run guh greet him head
By time uh hear pow bare people
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
The silencers work to muffle that sound
Snuck through tools and on the low down
Gangstas give it up, what
Big cups of Goose stay filled-it up, we stay four
the liar the liar
Catch the tiger and let him go
String that liar up by his toe
You won't hear the sounds of him coming
It's too late you shoulda been
smile
Letting people live is not my style
I'm the greatest killer, by a million miles
Your scream's too quiet, turn up the dial!
How long you last? Let's
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