Lyrics:
Abyss launcher
Come down and save my girl
Abyss launcher come down, I need you now
(Abyss launcher)
(Come down and save my girl)
(Abyss launcher
To fall down from starvation, or some less humane fate
Cry for Guatemala, with a corpse in every gate
If I had a rocket launcher, if I had a rocket
To fall down from starvation, or some less humane fate
Cry for Guatemala, with a corpse in every gate
If I had a rocket launcher, if I had a rocket
Hands up, ready for the boom
Never mind the rocket launcher, talking 'bout a tune
You can hear us comin' with the zoom
Listen to the "Boom, boom"
Fuck up some home training
Fuck up some home training
Let's fuck up some home training
Mommy ain't out with you tonight
Fuck up some home training
Daddy
up, ready for the boom
Never mind the rocket launcher talkin' about the tune
You can hear us comin' with the zoom
Listen to the boom boom, we are
the bleeding
Training day
Warriors, SoulJahs we still believe you!
Crawling through poison ivy
My soul still flies with broken wings
And the sun is
that
Y'all been jealous I can see that
Rainy days, training plays
Like a quarterback
Slaughter tracks, spit in bars
Like I farther rap
Pull up in a coupe
Broke a bicuspid from biting the bullet then I
Broke an 1800, clear shot to ya skull
It's Hakeem, Dream shit, soar with rocket propulsion
Toward it,
acid mixed in with passion
Add a dash of patience, deal with inflammation
And the expectations, years of steady training
Tears, sweat and bleeding,
are coming from above
with our guns alight
Military Helicopter
Anti tank missile launcher
Military Helicopter
Thirty mil cannon slaughter
Military
A two-man show
Don't want to cuddle with the cortisone
There's gotta be some sweat and some spraining
A bilateral training
We're caking mud in the rain
You
Stylin', profilin'
That's why we like to hang with him
Poppy ain't got no home training
Mama gives such a low rating
Triflin' energy draining got no
'Cause training season's over
(Is over, is over, is over)
(Training season's over)
I try to see my lovers in a good light (good light)
Don't wanna do
love for the bleeding
Training Day!
Warriors, SoulJahs, we still believe you!
Crawling through poison Ivy
My soul still flies with broken wings
to the greazy ones
You see me in the hoodie with the greazy ones (ummm!)
Shades, hoodie on yes the greazy ones (ummm!)
Come again
Yeah, yeah I'm loca (loca)
bumblebee
Afro-Americano Sunny D
But bet I sting, no die
Sparring is training
Jacob wrestled with God, in the desert 'til he broke him
And he blessed him
You ever cross my lane o
Promise I’m never letting go
Oh oh oh
Never letting go
I’m loosing home training ooo
Unana Unana ni
Unana Unana Unana ni
Ye!
Microphones on the last stand, the world is in my hands
Basic training's over, time to war
Ayo the rap nigga got a shotgun in his hand
Let off,
Training my mind not to let your words effect me
I got the Holy Ghost that spirit will protect me
I be training my mind to kill niggas with kindness
Got them rocket launchers
Like we play Atari
She get litty
She wanna hit the city
Always pull up with me
Do me dirty
And you gon meet them birdies
I
Now you a fake, you an imposter
I got a chopper, I got a launcher
You need a doctor, or you a goner
I eat her pussy, peach cobbler
Hangin with
I can feel em pulling me up - with no string
Strapped in, with rocket launchers on foot
One king within got an abundance of good
Wanting, one thing
launcher, take it easy
take it easy, you better take it easy (L-Boogie: too sleazy)
Too much ex mami, take it easy
Good with the sex you'll be like take it
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