Lyrics:
that's my army
Comin’ from the concrete
Dripping like Dasani
This is that good high
Cruise your neighborhood vibe
Bring out your good ride
Smokin’ till
Hold tight all the mandem inside the place
This is where it is happening yeah
Skepta, Devilman
This is the big clash right about now
This is how
Traveled from afar
Guided by stars
I see a land of injustice and pain
For here I shall build
That which I willed
People will witness hope again
Army
back
Can we turn this around from where we lost you in the evening
Before things get out of hand
One by one eyes go optic, we're becoming the beast
This place of despair
They call home is a trench
Dig in here
You will die here
By machine gun fire
Or a bomb seared
Shrapnel rains from the sky
Like it's
singing.]
Well, we stopped for a coffee in West Berlin
Dumb, dumb, dumb. This is
The British had hundred-mile tea
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb.
I says, "Pig Pen,
the world is ending
Dance, baby, dance, like the world is ending
Dance, baby, 'cause, like the world is ending
This is who you are
This is who you are
a dose of this
I posted this
The flow is sick
A colder kiss
From the devil himself, god damn, anyone else?
Nah, nah, nah, lemme get it right back, never
Army green eyes with
ColecoVision bash casually
While punks jump up and jeopardize
My head banger reality (ah) godzilla jook
Red five minus the whiny
to confess all
This is street knowledge, knowledge I screw college
Like a speech from the GZA, sharp like the RZA
Don't run with a scissor, nigga the truth
control of fate
Still waiting for the cavalry
No army comes to clear the way
Don't let this anger turn to hate
The hopeless cry is echoing
In time I hope we
once they get at you
(Said, "You'll never be alone again")
This house is haunted by pain transposed into revenue
("The murdered all stay")
That thing
niggas gaining all this weight, yeah we got that purp
We done came a long way from eating out that dirt
The only way I'm going back is riding in that
(I've named this one JPEG)
Okay, my bitch, she bad
She got me out my zone
I make her shake that ass
This house is not a home
I double fist
I seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah
But hold up do you know who I are?
The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on
You blot
Then I'd be with you in Berlin
But with all this misdirection
I sit and watch the compass spin
Like the birds in the tree
Touch the branch with their
Yo, 'Law
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
Yeah
Mr. Fuck-a-Cop is back
And I still don't give a fuck, ya know I'm sayin'?
needin' is knowledge
And you won't get it from a book son
You'll learn this mob's deep by listenin' to 'Shook Ones'
Maybe if you learned where it all
Got the women telling me that I ain't cute
But my Mom thinks I am so bitch fuck you
I got mad swag
I got hella ice
2 bags from the Irving just to be
got a man
But when that's over, then I'm first in line
And the other day in her Maybach
I thought, "Goddamn, this is the perfect time"
We had just
and restore
My reign, which is mine by right one day
And slay all who stand in my way
For I am Princelux
I am Princelux
How have I come to this? I am the best
Yeah
The Fat Gangsta
Here comes the nigga from the East
Who just been crowned for most hated by police
The public enemy rapper at large
every penny
Stretching every nickel over the same strippers
I gave it to you straight up, right down the center
We don't like rappin' this car is
R
(Only trill niggas I know)
I know lil one gon come with that A and that R
I'm counting I'm dripping I'm fiending
I'm not from this planet, I was
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