Lyrics:
hit the ground
So hard it sounds like the
Dead know morse code
My human connection on
Airplane mode
Laying awake in
My wake while
I wait for a place
too short
The wheel has carried my far
Around this world 100 times
By bus, truck, train, bike , or car (???)
And just like the rest I roll on to my
After the war I went back to New York
A-After the war I went back to New York
I finished up my studies and I practiced law
I practiced law, Burr
talk my shit until they knock on my door at three in the morn
Gun to the window like Malcolm if they want war
If they want war I got plenty in store
Pen
Such nostalgia and power, such prowess, look how you cower
Jump out on you now like I was a Jawa from fuckin' Star Wars
Jabba the Hut, biddy-bye-bye,
And I'm from Pittsburgh where the green
And the eatin' is good
Where the fiends do everything in the hood
Everyday is like a war so my soldiers ride
Congo, congo
She twerk it to the congo
Congos, them guns sound like congos
My jits do this for fun, ho
And they love lettin' guns blow
Huh,
Babylon
Fuck this world, that's why we carry on
By the Email Fidel, tell him meet me on the D.L.
No longer a free world, think of shank or Verra'
This
other than da "are" and without further a due like Freddy get ready it's .....
Whatever happen Lord, don't pass me by
'Cause whenever I did wrong it
blind your vision
Taking every word and twisting
Every move's are wrong decision
Paralyzed with doubt
They'll try to set you right by pushing you around
decision
Paralyzed with doubt
They'll try to set you right by pushing you around
As you get victimized you barley make a sound
'cause the virus is designed
So sound the alarm now the wars on,
I’m the warrior the one man,
I’mma run up on you with my red war paint on,
I got a jaw for a sword get the game
disgustin', I blow percussions
No adjustin', spin a round at your head like a throw from Ruffin
No corruption, it's a war on the block when the soldiers
smooth again
She just let me fuck, now that pussy loose again
Huh, I ain't showin' up for free, man, you gotta pay
Do I sound like YN Jay?
Long arms in
just the sounds of pain
It's all just psychotic devotion
Manipulated with no discretion
Relentless War
Killing's in style
And it's not the main
on analog sounds pounds of rocket tars
Microchips incredible antibiotic medicine better than Octo
Although created by the master genius
You seen
Serenity's a (crack war)
Raw caricature of mayhem standard branded by the labor
With a thousand reasons to end this for every one of you saviors
Saw
The G's Work salute
Put The Potato On The End Of The Barrell
Make The Sound Quiet Down
The Block Don't Eat If A Nigga Not Around
Like A Sniper I Keep My
to let you know
I got juice
About a minute went by when another guy
Showed up with an old guitar
Well it hard to be from World War III
Or run over by
the opportunities for our families to make G's
Well we going straight to your cranium
From the sanitarium
Coming to you heavy like I'm powered by uranium
march with me
All my soldiers march with me
All my soldiers march with me
He laid on his back,
His firearms by his side
Hearin' no sound
Just
want to back track
Want to take it to the max
Want to make an impact by making real rap
Try to spit words worthy of my god
Mumble rappers sound like they
I dont want to do that
Meanwhile they're going to say
Cruz you sound like a narc
I'm gonna be like I'm not a narc
I swear you guys I'm just -
I just
could fill up a 40 gig Apple
I-Pod, I'm God, all bets I'm down like the rest I'm wild, yes
Plus I'm a teacher, niggaz play hard
But I'm way harder
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