Lyrics:
ingredient
Cause you're downplaying my brilliance
Really be lenient lotta you minions without me
You still could have been just a normal civilian
I pull your
lay down the life of someone else's son
Civilian deaths are in your plans
So innocents' blood is on your hands
Not in my name not in my name
Not in
on the mains got civilians shocked
All eyes on me like 2Pac
He tried run but he wouldn't get far and I knew that
Caught up and crashed that quick, send that
expect us to be silent when there's Innocent civilians,
Being murdered broad day,
Minding business with their children,
Futures thrown away in a matter
pasta, too much rice though
Sick get sicker, old get colder
Top of the pile versus back of the folder
[?] soldier, civilian or solider
You carry me, I'll
civilians saw us
Rude, rude, rude, no cap, that's out of order
That gyal is bruckin' it, yeah, she's lovin' it
Beat and bounce, no cuddlin'
Just gave
at the hands of hell
9th at Camulodonum, the Slaughter of the brave
Beheaded veterans of Rome, civilians disfigured and butchered... merciless attacks
They're not civilians
We don't make war
It existed before
And why would I or anybody try to make more
For shame
We're not to blame
For the slain,
of the innocent
Slide tru back to back, and I'm filling 'em
Round movin' horrid in front of civilians
Look, it's mental up in my ends
Got packs on crack,
(sleep)
Honda had broken my leg (yeah)
Hospital patient three weeks (yeah)
Two more civilians hit (yeah)
And it's only been a week (week)
But they were
wasting no shots on civilians bruh
Too busy plotting on ways to make a million bruh
What up until then
I'ma be thuggin inside them project buildings
Afrikana security
Questioning, smashing glass
Afrikana security
Getting tips from civilian spies
Doesn't matter if they're truth or lies
Better watch
thin
You cut the kite strings
I've read my name in lights
I've seen my face in papers
But my civilian life I spent ten good years
Waiting,
Raining down hell-fire on innocent civilians
Now we're all just dots on a screen, just blips on a radar
The human race is obsolete; total extermination
Legion of soldiers
Wake up, civilians
Grow your hair out
And get your pistol
Rise up, revolution
Ooh whoa, whoa
(Yeah)
Ooh whoa, whoa
(Oh)
One last big
Dead civilians
Media lies
Words of deceit
Our retirement
Lost on Wall Street
Revolution
Is in our eyes
We have spoken for those who died
our hands have been soiled
Civilians, pawns and kings
Will pay the penalty
The countdown of the endless problems
All the endless fools soon brought down
Armed. No it was more than that, armed to the fucking teeth was possibly more apt a description, and the civilians this war surrounded played no real
Maybe you could be your own boss
Maybe get a beautifull woman
Get a fat piece of land
Get a couple of kids
A prototypical civilian
Housing towards
sharks, welcome to the business
Oh I live this, knocked off the hinges
Our offspring addicted to syringes of money
Axe wilding civillian children kill
don't listen, they don't speak
United Suicide Legion
There thoughts are the same
In their hunger they all complain
Soldiers and Civilians
Men who make
don't wanna find yourself
Stuck behind the enemy line
And out flies a grenade oh yeah splash right on the face
Pull those civilians away, they're
our hands have been soiled
Civilians, pawns and kings
Will pay the penalty
The countdown of the endless problems
All the endless fools soon brought down
of the resturant
[Resturant Worker] PUT THE GUN DOWN MAN, YOU HAVE THE CHANCE TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE!!!
He found himself surrounded by the same four civilians
he met
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