Lyrics:
K-K-K-K-Kranki
Beats by Esko
Esko!
Boing boing
We stuiten met die asser, stuiten met die money
Stuiten met die... boing boing
We stuiten met
[?] for a final salute
With my boys in a daze, sittin' sideways
I was a young Larry in my school days
Freestyling [?] Pontiac
The jagged edge
(Skrrt, skrrt) Business bad? Fuck you, pay me
Oh, you had a fire? Fuck you, pay me (grrt, bang, salute)
Place got hit by a lightning, huh? F*ck
Salute my nigga Nick, I ain't shit without my brother
I'm my mama's only son, because of him she got another
What
Hundred million in my sight, I gotta
front of me
And the flag flies low, 21 guns smoke
And by thousands they say goodbye
And the guard salutes with the snap of their boots
To the hero
There's only one earth, and one glorious sky
One fleeting time, quickly passing us by
To put our differences aside, and make everything alright
To all the mothers, ladies, christmas cookie bakers
To all the daughters, mums, the girls and christmas makers
We all salute you, Santa Clara's
Look to the right and then look again
And see the enemy in the eye
No bullets fly, spared by his mercy
Escorted out, out of harm's way
Fly,
Look to the right and then look again
And see the enemy in the eye
No bullets fly, spared by his mercy
Escorted out, out of harm's way
Fly,
for us right now
'cause we will never be enslaved by the Zionist master plan
Chorus:
Tomorrow is always too late
We should never sit around and wait
by lonely beats and O.D.B.'s dope rhymes were my first words
Like, can I beg your pardon
Fuck you, can I say what's on my mind?
So one day I started
salute back
The pain is fading, piece by piece
Don't let me, don't let me ever go
Don't let me, don't let me ever go
The far sound are drawing me
Conducted by the hand of the saving One
Report, fall in line, big mission with little time
Salute, stand tall, with one voice answers the call
Hear us
always the first to stand
And snap a sharp salute
And one by one the crowd around
Would rise and follow suit
For the streamers flew like eagles
Ripped up, scraped
Caused by the systems we create
The process to expand
Ignoring the state at hand
Never before sever so severe
Endeavor,
this make the young ones wise
Then we don the disguise for the games we play
By the end of the game there's too much to say
So we say no words
You see our face
And know our name
By the way we hold our stare
One look at us
It's obvious
That we don't even care
We've been around your kind
passed by and still I do not know
What happened, what became of that infant
That laid in a cradle of October leaves
As I look inside my inner cosmos,
a mexican, took X again
want sex again
Jot it down, it was told to me
by that boy, A.K.A. The P-O-E
[Hook] - 4X
[Verse Two]
Deep in ya brain, the nigga you
Pistol whip abuse you, that's what the loot do, killa salute you
The feeling's mutual, a quarter million on the kitchen floor
One nigga breakin down
my Brothers I would die!
[Bridge:]
All together we are one, but the false we can't forgive.
We are bound by truth and faith, forever we shall
cause I'm the influence
Tuned with the truth kick knowledge in the booth
And the streets with the Gs and real niggas salute
Shootin' for the stars,
omegą jest niebo
Chodź chcesz to nie wyprzesz się tego
Mówią „nie ma tego złego co by nie wyszło
Na dobre" a ja myślę że mają problem
Myślą że mają drugi
I'm lactose (Aweh)
My cashflow came streamin' in on that trap phone (Salute)
Street credibility is infinity, no bank loans
I was a little rascal who got
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