Lyrics:
Liable to drive-by on a summer day
July 4th'll be a June
Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum
The sound of the drum, that crips and bloods know
this concrete jungle, woo
Real trill nigga with a hip hand trigger
I'm surrounded by the killers, I just got it like that
Rappers always talking, you
down
To a broke rapper with a foul sound?
How can I flow rounds
With an MC that can't chow down?
Where would you be
If you did'nt copy off me lil'
me coming for ya
Hear me coming for ya
By fire by gun u see me coming for ya
This is the zodiac killing dig these sound cloud rapping pigeons
Turned
mashes with the crazy, illest niggas in town?
Killin' willingly, who got the right to make a sound?
My sound break block, corners, avenues and drives
And justice will prevail, and that'll be the end of the story
Of the Valentine's Day killer's miserable life
So I asked Kevin by email, "By the way
How are
the revival of souls lost these ain't tribal affiliations
Unless you mean every nation and tongue
I told 'em I'm not the one, I only see by the Son, ride
Fusion
This again is a revival of my own sound
Hit the fan, hit the fan, hit the fan, hit the fan
Who ya man now
I'm down with the cost of believing the lost is
okay sounds wonderful
Nigga really thought
I had shit to prove
How we working too real
Might just make a mil
By the swimming pool
Cannot bring around
and I am waiting
for a religious revival
to sweep through the state of Arizona
and I am waiting
for the Grapes of Wrath to be stored
and I am waiting
for
This is just a new revival, lately niggas sound suicidal, know they only seein J A D E through they rifles, sometimes subtle, hop inside the booth go
Michael
Lunar cycle somewhat reading her bubonic bible at arrival
No revival
Square is broken
Main page
Rearrange
No title
Shower bridal
Dead game that's
of the law
Got to keep them in line
Or you get shit like MGK, ICP, WTF
I was raised by the alphabet,
But all you see if ones and zeros
If google has to die,
(Bullock) was given to us by one of the following slaveowners, David Bullock, Jesse Bullock, or Joshua Bullock, who resided in Edgecombe County, North
Descended from the soul assassin's
We are the fire of revival
Take it underground where we can conquer any trial
The tide can come in quick
shit on me
It doesn’t matter what I say
Flows so killer, they gonna
Call me psychopathic
It’s my time to grind and shine
It’s the year of the rabbit
We
got spirit filled, baptized by fire
I got a valley of bones, that came alive
I got a cross, a hill, and an empty grave
I got a trumpet sound and one
got spirit filled, baptized by fire
I got a valley of bones, that came alive
I got a cross, a hill, and an empty grave
I got a trumpet sound and one
of existence
Rotten far in the distance
Charlie, Sue, Peter, Poor Little Kyle for Instance
Walking hallow ground
Searching for a little sound
Maybe by the secret
911, where's the emergency
N.Y. City, blowing on sticky
Hydro, night glow, can you fucks with me
We rep that 718, where them killers don't take
No
struck by my idol
I'm falling backwards and need your revival
So many patterns and shapes that confound me
I'm overcome by the love that surrounds me
struck by my idol
I'm falling backwards and need your revival
So many patterns and shapes that confound me
I'm overcome by the love that surrounds me
Witnesses
Older cats mack, roll with young godz that got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
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