Lyrics:
deaths coming all you hear is gunshots
Little kids get to running
Old ladys get off the block
When the pops hit the truck music comes to a stop
Niggas
The story was supposed to already end
I am Eremitas DuAnn the so-called Project Sin
The destroyer of worlds
My research of mankind's salvation,
This song is sponsored by the growing knot inside my chest
And research funded by the fact there's only eight months left
I'm not a product
to the death in me
Baking soul and ice was the recipe
Big boy in the big toy plane watch connecting with the connect
Soon as the fame stop
Some said that I
of death as if it's nearProject my future
as if it doesn't exist...
the timin
I hold my hood down for the shit that I'm driving
Nigga thug to death, remember the projects
Juve came back now you bitches upset
Nigga know how
buildings
Unlimited killings, menaces marked for death
Better known as the projects where junkies and rock heads dwell
Though I owe to it my success
With
for P, well you can find him everywhere
In a project near you, I'll be right there
I was brought up and taught to have no fear (now)
Live wire niggaz
as research
Became a search inside my soul
What a strange but pure deception
Thinking you could make me whole
Well I was looking for love and you were looking
Yo yo brand new KRS why'all Maximum Strength
5 Boroughs of death we rep to death
Yo Kris set it for The Bronx..
We hit em and get em we stick em
on
The Atlantis Project is gathering knowledge at the bottom of the sea
A lodging there a research vessel with hotel hospitality
It's spewing probes to gather
niggas through my project maze
That cop, he got a death wish
He run behind niggas until you breathless
Everyday he makin' ten arrests, shit
My nigga,
(I love you Dzy)
I love you too my dude
It's the project Baby and Lil Baby in this bitch
Lean bottles
Last time I ate a bitch out I got Mono
But Mos Def keep the crown, representin' Brooklyn, you know the vibe yo
From all borders, doorways and gates
Resurrection draws near, mankind awaits
is chilly
Now get your grind on
Come get introduced to my home
A nigga grew up in the pro-jects, end up gettin mo' stressed
Mo' money, mo' drama you
when death's comin, all you hear is gunshots
Lil' kids get to runnin, old ladies get off the block
When the poppin the truck music comes to a stop
Niggaz
for the shit that I'm driving
Nigga thug to death, remember the projects
Juve came back now you bitches upset
Nigga know how we getting it cause we
a bitch while niggas is homeless
See niggas get piped over dice, wiped out, over 4 digit price
Damn near broke my heart, made me so sick, I had to go shit
spill the insides
Wearing the skinmask of death
Pulling for his final breath
Shaking from his fear
Hoping death is near
Sockets bleed with tears
in the booth is the sound that you heard
They call me BugRiser, the errors inside and if
Death Thunder's right of me, it's prolly insurance
Why would I
fear
My retail's in braille, for vision impaired
You lookin' for P, well you can find him everywhere
In a project near you, I'll be right there
I
little prayer to a next dimensional near death scare
Yeah, you'll always circle back to the fact that:
We are all blind sheep!
Ain't no red or blue pill in
engages
will we ever see a change
Or will the next generation only live in fear
Of death 24/7
like the end is near
translated by the devils tongue
So Now its whisper down the lane
By the time I get to you the story ain't the same
Damn near sound insane
From the cells in
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