Lyrics:
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
of our given realm
For the Black though 1 of 3 outnumber by design
The order of the Red is prime for the end is ours to be had
And though ravenous, we
streams of blood
Two will take you into gnarled poisoned briars
Three your soul will dance on fiery sands
Beneath torrential rains of flame
Deluging
jail and the welfare lines
And all my life I thought Bill Clinton ran the country
Until I found out Bill Gates had all the money
And the media
the knapsack, headed straight outta town
Now, three days pass I'm still on the strip
Doing hand to hand with twelve collapsible, stashable clips
With little
of genies and smoke me for 3 wishes
I'm feeling vicious
Sid
Vicious kinda vicious yeah
I'm sickened by existence
But a kiss from mama mistress keeps me fit
shit
Steering wheel went right through this bitches face
(I'm dying)
That’s just so crazy!
Fuck, but man, I had no clue what to do
So this is what ensues
and analysts
Come through drippin', I'ma set it off (drip)
Game out the gate, you can bet it off (game)
Quarterback got range if you block em' off (range)
up the critics and analysts
Come through drippin', imma set it off (drip)
Game out the gate, you can bet it off (game)
Quarterback got range if you
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',
the graves, we all settle when we raised by the metal
Crack vials made us act wild
Gangsters look where we at now
Behind prison gates or buried in grounds
Role
to retrieve the blood that you left
To find you
Taking out killers from everywhere
Bringing peace and love to Morioh, evil doers despair
Now your face is
a shot through his Apple Watch
He ain't have no time to speak
I wanna say "Free AB!"
A nigga who showed you respect from the gate
My love go out to him
a CD-ROM in the Pyrex
OT commutе from Dietnam to Chiraq
Milwaukee to the Show Me State
Boston to the Golden Gate blood diamonds
Built three pints of Hi Tech
and stockpile gats
Cause the sky's about to bleed blood out from the clouds
This gas mask's in my backpack when walking through crowds
The post-apocalyptic,
just, do your best Bush rendish
Endless, move more than two inches
My blood'll boil like I got a big skin cyst
So end this or see me ma
shit and put it in my fucking rhymes
Okay, you know a young nigga showing hate
Coming through, nigga, fuck out of my damn way
I'm nice enough to take
Deflate fake heirs to the throne or the culture abolished//
unapologetic so I'm set ready to bomb shit/
74 inches of obsidian in progress //
A promise,
[Verse 3: SPM]
I dont give a fuck, cuz
We some hustlaz, friends we once was
Now I once blood, scratchin on my six
Thats somethin that a bitch'll do
I'll
live off it for three days
And when it's done, who's the next victim today
I'm trife nigga, and I don't live by BIBLE life
I yap the nigga ripe then
The apple is peeled, slaughter the beast
We love the taste, the blood in the meat
So burn the fields, spread disease
Our fate is sealed, mankind's defeat
By
"What'd you do last night?"
"We did umm, two whole cars
It was me, these, and Main Three right?
And on the first car in small letters it said
will rise
Still prisoner in Targaroth
Sleeping and waiting
Three thousand years of misery
Through burning gates, he will emerge
Satharion awakens
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