Lyrics:
the bloods on my hands, but you pulled the trigger
Just because I did it, doesn't mean it's my fault
I know the time has come to kill you again
But I know this
wreck and that's word on my seed
I'm guaranteed to give you what you need
One blood everybody like Junior Reid
Wake up every morning, yo, I must
wreck and that's word on my seed
I'm guaranteed to give you what you need
One blood everybody like Junior Reid
Wake up every morning, yo, I must
Mr. Capone-E on that westcoast channel
Walking down the street with my flannel
Jeden Tag der Woche trag ich ein kariertes Hemd
Gedanken über Stil
hold my hand, keep me safe from the shadow
Don't leave me cold, bring me back to the meadow
Don't let me go alone
Mother, there's a darkness coming
All the shit I won't reply
I call ecstasy the crime
For the life I used to have
Choices by the other one above
Sanitize my hands before I touch her
the little
Motherfucker coming at me
But I'm better than half of the pack
'Cause I write my raps on
The back of a napkin
That's lathered in splatters of
Blood
and you know it, clap your hands
Yeah yo, guns go clack, packs go move
Blood gettin' draw, skin gon' bruise
'Cause real gon' win, the fake gon' lose
written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death
(Die) (is that everyone?)
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death
Die by my hand (die)
I creep across the land (die)
Killing first
Let my life count for something in your han-d
Before my time is over.
Use me for Your glory, Let my voice be heard,
Before my life is over.
Let me
to life
I am sure we can survive
Diallo Diallo
Osanobua
Hold me by the hand o
When I'm sober
Diallo Diallo
Osanobua
Hold me by the hand o
When I'm sober
dance on me
You look so good, I just wanna put my hands on you
It hurt my eyes when my homie took the stand on me
I'm by your side when this shit get
Blood on your neck
Spend your last moments tryna take back everything you said
Blood on my blade
Your soul I've imprisoned regrets it called my name
Life that is stronger that death
No condemnation, mercy wins
I came alive by his breath
See God is my everything
My hands they were made for him
You will not forget this
All this memories
Will made you
Like the pain that I have
Made me
Crusifixion
With all my pain
By my hands you will see your
If there's blood on your hands, you've committed a crime
And the blood stain is red, isn't blue, isn't lime
Turn the blood into iron, the shape
late for turning back)
One by one, all my delusions shattered! (Too late for prayers and useless pity)
Say you love him and my life is over (past all
up the blood
Mop up the blood
Mop up the blood
Clean up the streets
Mop up the blood
They won't recognize it by the time I'm done
Yeah, KG Radio 10645
upon my own hands
Now I'm laughing knowing no fear
Choosing my victims under this black sun
Having no choice just to be corrupted
Blessed by the moon,
above. Her head was pounding.
"Oh, my head", she moaned again and again. She could feel Maxwell licking her hand, just as he would do while she watched
I saw them lay their vaporous hands around my sister
cnd society says that you have to report
But the ghostly phone
Is the only one ringing
Buy us
Because I'm the DJ, and he's the rapper
Mesmerised my eyes by the turntable platter, what
Hip hop, hip hop running
Hip hop, hip hop running
In my blood
Hip
You wonder why
I hang with these thugs.
Whut?
I'm from the hood,
Nigga.
I gives a fuck. (I gives a fuck.)
It's in my blood.
Since I was little
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