Lyrics:
and Kavawon
Yall created links and built the castle strong
Lit by Torch, to pass it on
If you didnt catch that one
Torch is Moke
The same Goat who paved
(Intro)
I’m inches from my win
I’m Itching for my victory
Anticipating new enemies
Important for the dynasty
Imprinted now I’m part of history
I don't do lucky charm rabbit feet or rosaries
'I'm the new Death Row' by myself no reprieve
It's like I can't wait to die for these beliefs
Ooh
un Gatorade
Mask in face come Pain
Provi la tufa e pure la blade
Provochi Tookah siamo BDK
Oppure Fiama e siamo 3Hunna
Fossi in te manterrei la calma
prison quinton or rikers
Quick to three, strike us they don't like us
Plant and I pivot with my life and I live it righteous
You got some small papers you
in not the place to be
First, I see visions of insane men
Unaware on the stairs
Caught by the same gang
Pure hatred on young and aged faces
Plaid skirts that hide love
Walk in single file
Ties that restrict blood to the brain
Passing notes in math class
Freedom wear your scars
gun staples in your back
Hung from a tree with rusty nails in your rectum crack
Chorus: cool Keith (repeat 3X)
I get personal direct
again like Groot
No-one really knows how to make it, I do
I'll have an album done by like noon
And ride the Milano with my Raccoon
I'ma keep makin' songs
Fight through the tempest, with fury and fire
Unleash the beast, and rise even higher
[Verse 3]
Blades of truth, cutting through the lies
Echoes
blade on me if you need the recap
Eating like three caps, looking over at the window like
Did you see that?
Exhausted, jumping up in the middle
uncle, uncle
Drowned by the bloods that's on their hands
Say what, say what?
Got damn
The gravedigger creeps into the crypt then strips the bed
soaked by the blood of the stars, Frost now feeds my dead heart... the last wolf is crying! (“fuckin’ Black Metal!”)* *MAYBE the only three english words
the sermon preacher
Burning MC's most wanted by Herman Kefa
You tried to get a squad, they was like oh no
Leavin you brain dead, hittin trees with Sonny Bono
I
a force field of three hundred and collide against shields
Dual wield blades, eternal made
Coming with a flame that never fades
Your army needs an upgrade
It's time to feed the blood fever, use a saw or a butcher's cleaver
the black-eyed boy hangs by his feet
the scarlet draining out, from
the blood to our heads
Three Hundred men, the Elite Guard
You can't stop the Spartan Phalanx
Stand in the front, no fear to die
You will see the Hellenic
of emotion
That’s my favorite slogan
Posted up covered in blood in a latex mask
Drunk as fuck
A state boy just passed
I never had a father
I was hated by my
a way so familiar
But I could not recognize
Cause you had blood on your face
I had blood in my eyes
But I could swear by your expression
That
[Verse 1]
Scars on my flesh
Stab wounds in my back
My blood’s on the blade
Of the folks with whom I sat
Dear lord I pray
For the power to forgive
Love, greed, broken hearts
Blood, floods, Noah's ark
Terror, flows, sonnets
And Arizona tonics
Peace and war
So welcome to three galore
The peace before
The headphones is on fire dis time around
Styles
Blood pressure
Y'all just bear wit' me
Yo, last time I'm a tell these n****s, man
Can't f***
Who can i trust don’t remember
Blood life purple levander
It is that drank that im sippin
Choppa duck pain you get it
Kick so hard n****nem start that
begging me to my face
That hidden plot twist of it
Pushed me to mention with no trigger warning
Those kids their wrist open
Blade on it
Blood plunked
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