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Your word is true I know you are for me I deny myself Just to bring you glory You've made me new and rewrote my story I’m yours Jesus I’m yours

Rules

Wu-Tang Clan

Iron Flag

2001

Who the man behind the World Trade massacres, step up now
Where the four planes at huh is you insane bitch?
Fly that shit over my hood and get blown

to my cousins, my family
Ninj, Benz come on man, Akida Eida
Ri-Lo, even got me spitting bars from when
I was like eight years old
Put me into this ting

fit's, big nuts
We just work our ass off
Don't bitch too much
Ain't nobody rappin' like me in this lane
If you say they are, point 'em out
Let me take aim

gone look another way I'm gone do whatever it takes
And I promise that I won't break and I can say it to your face
Your son a one man army you made me

too)
Other day it was a fighting population
This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat

tiger out the cage, Mike Tyson in '88
Dedicated like jack boys on Melrose
Smash and grab, yo, this world became a hell hole
Stay cool is what I tell

King Rasta you know wassup
You can't even tell me that this hard work is not paying off
I just got a dm from a bad bitch and an A&R
Yea it's going up

judge
Anybody tryna enter my circle with no love (hol' up)
My sanity's gone, I'd rather be torn from this planet they planted me on
Yes, that's

done gave it to the people who done 
Made me from a waste into a flaming dude
So raise the view and ask some questions
Make a move and have them guessing

Exhausted with my body sore fighting demonic thoughts and
Alcoholic walks probably inches from a fall
But like I can't go out like that, too much riding on me

and everybody turn they head
If only they heard what he could have said
He might have been big and then made the bread
Now he just hanging by a thread
This man

an army to try an stop this
In my sites you go bye bye
C’est la vie
You fuck with me
You gonna die
They just legalizing trees
Man I been had a red eye

sands out in safari's
Your vision blurry won't turn yourself away from sin
You in foreign lands worshipping them Idol man
Don't know your name screaming

Sent your niggas to their grave
Made el chappo try to fucking up his fucking game
I got 20 army snipers and they watching on my six
Nigga run up on me

Tribute

311

Live

1998

this much fun
X amount of action, X amount of games
For years again I tell you the same

Once I met a man who made nearly no mistakes
He would never bet

ain't real
I'm bout to hiccup hiccup some
Bullets out my fuckin' steel
Peel, make niggas kneel, bow down
From this clown that's gonna put
You six in

too)
Other day it was a fighting population
This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat

They want my blood, I can't snooze
No kids in this game, we play by man rules
Caught slippin', better have on your dance shoes
Or get dusted off by

deep son pulling army guns
I don't do fun run the clip out
Get that boy stabbed run up on them fuck a mask
Made that boy mad he aint make it home to see

want in my lifetime ain't out of my reach
I get possessed by the beat
I was that kid on the city bus this is a dream
Only child single mother my team

And Kojak didn't need a fuckin' army
Just a lollipop and smile to get him by
And Charlie had angels I'd pay to cuff me
Magnum just had a few shirts with palm

all this money on me
Cookies, you can smell it on me
Bitch, I'm a one man army
G-Wagon with a SRT
Told her please don't get started
Space coupe she call

BcNG

Fear an unholy landslide
Bigots that preach from on high
Suspend the rights of our kind
Call out the army
Shoulder the rifles
Let loose the BcNG