Lyrics:
shawties I'm hearing the bell from my time
Saved by the bell now I'm zack morris
Tension
Whole lotta tension
Moving in silent don't need the attention hall
Ain't scared to shoot a mofucker if I have to
Trained to be a killer, it's what I'm posed to do
Dark nights pave the way, where evil souls pursue
No
rife, yeah
My path
My path
My path is lit by the moon
My path
My path
My path is silent, like an owl's hoot
My path
My path
My path is lit by the moon
My
I was (better than I was)
To my granny I'm an angel, but
This murder shit be runnin' through my blood (gang)
It's in my bloodline (bloodline)
on TV could never be me
More than rims and inches, talking limbs and lynching's
Cut from the cloth of the cotton that my granny picked
Work like
never be me
More than rims and inches, talking limbs and lynching's
Cut from the cloth of the cotton that my granny picked
Work like an amputee, ain't
on that ass come and test me bitch
You don't know who the fuck you're steppin' to my nigga row
I'll bust a cap and leave that ass dead by the do'
My
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
Tell me what you know about the silent killer called depression 007 it's lethal
Elevate my conscience but I'm haunted by my past life and life
[I - The forbidden words]
[II - Incantation]
[III - Passage of time]
[IV - The silent threat]
[V - Archilles heel]
[VI - Covenant of souls]
[VII -
[I - The forbidden words]
[II - Incantation]
[III - Passage of time]
[IV - The silent threat]
[V - Archilles heel]
[VI - Covenant of souls]
[VII -
Never had a chance to ride his new skateboard
Billy didn't shake lord, he fell silent
Died in the pantomime of cold violence
His killer didn't even blink,
even compare the pair, not fair God's realer, Godzilla, commonly rocked by king kong, call my king of kings, will beat on beasts, on beats, while he
chorus ]
[ verse 3: dmg ]
I be a muthafuckin thug till the day I die
Called in this world to be a rider, so I'm ridin high
My blood-shot eyes coincide
three thoughts
And they are eat, swim... eat
He's a shark he's a shark
I was swimming in the ocean
He's a shark he's a shark
I got picked up by a boat
Me know to kill the pussy easily
When them scream like phone you know it intrigued di g
Shot fly throw knees like breeze through three
Blood splash out
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, ha
Ha
Bricks, bricks comin' in by the mail, we call it plug talk
Heard you get it for 25, nigga, cut your plug off
guerillas, and stone cold killers
It seems that every night, you get to hear the fireworks
As much as I hate, to see my people die or hurt
It's just
they hate my guts before sundown hits
Come for my blood and I gun for your throat
Haters in sight and my family close
Killers by my side and they do
And all that time that 187 was on my mind
Shot the man in cold blood
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
The enemy walks above, Clan remain subterranean mud
Off shore banks, tanks approach the location
Bombarded by the circle of death formation
Telecom lines
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
are for you are thirty one
Three to one, three in one, three times one, three divided by one
For all I see in you are three perfections
That make
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