Lyrics:
the words of great philosophy,
Aspiring to win my war within!
Describing fears that make me feel inadequate,
Fighting for my life inside this docile pit.
denn nur Gott kann mich richten
Bin gewachsen im Block
Wo jeder zweite verzweifelt, verloren und am Boden war
Doch ich kämpfte mich durch
Und ich
getting cold
You've been hitting very hard
Very strong in my soul.
Oooh it's war !
Oooh it's war !
Some things keep me distant
Just make me wanna go.
And I
Demonized by the UCG
Who can you trust thats stayed?
On the hush that’s paid?
Routing all the sends, made a bus cascade
Keep the mustache shaved
It's art
fill the front lines
Of their war
Those assholes aren't worth dying for
But he said
Roll with it, baby
Make it your career
Keep the home fires
the only one with over a thousand guns?
Runnin' up in niggas cribs like I paid the bill
Make you squeal the combination to the safe for wealth
I lace your
started!
Now all my niggas stay dirty dirty, buss rounds by the thirty thirty
Frontin' niggas y'all don't say a wordy wordy
I'm tired of y'all niggas
[Chorus: P. Dot]
When them guns goes off, we be ready for war
When them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor
When them guns goes off, and them
Answered the response of the warrior's prayer
Gods of war I call you (Gods of war I call you)
My sword is by my side (my sword is by my side)
I seek
Timberland cleats
Forty with the stick
Ain't worried 'bout beef
I fell in love with the streets
Once it's war, ain't no truce or no peace
Ain't got no kids,
want a leader then we will supply
They’ll turn on each other we’ll make sure they do
Violence and wars they will want they will plead
Anger and fear is
to make one phone call
Shoot a four-door truck like a Mario Kart
Been doin' it like we in Tokyo
Used to war for my own postcode
Now I'm screaming fuck
every year
By the furnaces at Ravenscraig
By the padlocks holding John Brown`s gates
In the desert, in the fields of South Armagh
Where the poppies
the misfits
I told you don't play with the misfits
Must be deaf, dumb and blind, you a triplet (triplet)
Don't you make me erase your existence
All by my
[Verse 3-Lil Wyte:]
With bullets wizzin by, children dyin every 36 seconds
It makes it uncomfortable for me to even respect this
With this focused brain
And soon it's gon be winter
And the storm getting closer
I just get rid of the stress
By being a writer
I need to make right of my sins
I hear the devil's
a smash like crash dummies
This fast money, make me want to fuck around and blast money
I heard your spot makes a lot and give you props
This
You resurrect the corpse of war
You take the food from the poor
You kill this planet, mine by birth
Your death machines stalk the earth
You
We don't wanna gotta go to war, never more, let me do my goddamn thang
Is it true that ain't shit changed? Listen to the way it bang
Introducing you
swear we didn't know
History is written,
But not by those who lost
I hope someday I will succeed
To find peace in me
And then the war is gone,
But for
stress and problems, yeah
Chaos on a global scale
Were created only by a few
Nothing to do with I and I
But involve I-man and you, oh
Tribal war
Like sippin' Grey Goose
Smoking Bob Marley with him
You don't want war
You'll be countin' bodies with him
In his house
John Gotti was just godly to him
drop
Quest for revenge the aged driving source
Justifying war the taking by force
Creating all out war and the killing course
Vulgar acts of violence
got in store keeps us prepared for the war
Shows get blown, hoes get thrown out the room
Plus napkins for nitwits that ride deez from now til noon
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