Lyrics:
and take hostage
Your whole setup, from the ground up, we lock shit
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics
Switch to killer instincts 'fore niggas pop
niggaz who pumpin
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go
downed 3
But I ain't drunk enough
I'm still tryna figure out
What the fuck is love
I've been let down
A million times by my blood
I won't be appreciated
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Pulling this watch as faces go
Pulling in a word and done it slow this other time
I see your face is silent
Oh, we go away and play
What have you
Queen
Baret is Not Green Demeanor Stay On Mean
Not c Killer But Don't Push Bet the Squad Still On The Terra
She Turns
& She Turns
cs She Turns
Round
Hero or God, doesn't matter
Your fate is the same in this night
Blood and guts they will splatter
And you will die by my sword
Ain't your typical
the madness
Three inches more
My hair is a forest
I don’t need none of
Y’alls violence
Check your time
Homie we timeless
Lay low for a while
And you’ll find
Fucking cowards killing kids by pushing a button
They're all Occupiers, genociders colonisers, terrorisers
Child killers, evil Nazi sympathisers future hell
think it looks
I never play by the books
The silent kid in the room
Is really the biggest crook
Pulling off the biggest juxx
Fill every cranny and nook
Swingin' with this here stud you need practice
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress
I'll leave you holdin' your swollen backside and rollin'
days more like Rest In Peace
In blunt clouds with all my friends
Like which one of us is next to leave
Killers lived next door to me
And niggas died
without a ring
Fourth and inches, washing the dishes nigga so clean
Order in the court anything but pork
Open up the port, pop the cork, welcome to New York
like a Igor
That bitch depressed, I said what like that boy Eeyore?
Shawty want the dick, I got about three inches
Fawty want the dick?
Wait bitch, I got
was taught you got to get it how you spit it
Shoeboxes throw rocks hawk spit or talk shit
Killer city better watch ya might get set up by some hoes
and span
I ride 28 inches on my creepy black van
And you can catch me posted up down by the trailer park
I'm selling bootleg movies from noon to dark
But
RISE
It’s time now.
Nah you can’t be silent can’t be quiet now.
Let that voice be heard baby don’t tone it down.
You know we got your back baby just
to a memory of hate
To pay for all the blood that spilled
The many thousands I did kill
No walls can contain the Gods almighty will
I hear the silent voices, I
The circle of bones has been sealed,
Prepared for these most ancient rites.
Three virgin cunts arrested by chains,
Gut them like pigs,
Let their
club, shoot, stab, sell crack
Straight like that
We eat, sleep, shit street life
Straight like that
We get knocked by the same ?
Straight like that
all my sins away;
and there may I, though vile as he,
wash all my sins away.
3. Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
shall never lose its
the wind, where eagles cross the sky
Today my mortal blood will mix with sand it was
Foretold I will die by my hand
Into Hades my soul descends
Cowards
improved excuses
Wounds cover the body and screws become lose
And gruesome, better red than dead
Flowin' again like the blood leaking
Out of each other's
that's for killers and thiefs
Now law abiding citizens now follow these beliefs
It don't apply to righteous people who care
That shit was made up by
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