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So It Be

(hed) p.e.

Back 2 Base X

2006

hungry no child left behind
Why every time a leader steps outta line
We find cut down early before he hits his prime
Bob Marley never saw 35 
JFK

a carcass, drink the blood from the skull of a warlock
Piss off MacGuyver motherfuckers I'm back like Murdoc
Kicking that stinking bayou flavor, wrestle

the only one I need to help me sin
My blood is running cold
I’ve made up my mind
I do not care for love
And I haven’t got the time
I will use until I’m done

tell me what I don't already know
Phantasma, think you might be taking too much dope

Blood on your face
You gon' catch a case
He tried to be a big dog

Blood on my bandana but it’s not mine
Fuckin' wit a slutty shawty but she ain’t mine
Sippin' on that blood coloured red wine
Chillin' with my fuckin'

always what it seems 
(What it cost for the dream?)
Blood, sweat, and tears for the King
Bruised up and scarred for the team 
(Dying hard for the dream)

I'll never be at peace

No sight
No sound
No light
Can't breathe

Bound to blood by scribe
I wish not to cross the line
Looking to the light and getting

starving and stale
While the French appear happy and hale
Reclining in their lines, with advantage of time
But Henry has a plan in mind
He sounds

We are one in this giant world Living blood of our ancestors
So come off your pedestal Hold the hand of your brothers

You are not superior Supreme

the back so much blood done been shed 
Now this AP don't tick ain't no time for regrets 
I can't cut off my phone cut that bitch off instead 
If it's up it

Church, violence, sex, drugs
But Rap saved my life
Rap saved my life
Meant that line so much I had to say it twice
If it’s worth it, won’t be easy
Get ready

you niggas
I am a draw the line
Dare a step for you niggas
I am the violator
I will dead all you niggas 
Natures own boy
I am getting bread with my

Don’t ask me about no crime,
I anyt doing no time 
I anyt drop no dimes
Bad bitchs say they love my music but they don’t know no line,
And I don’t

You're gonna bite the ground or buckle at the knees
Got blood in my left hand and pity in the right
Can't run when the water's hell or high
The lines are

the only one I need to help me sin
My blood is running cold
I’ve made up my mind
I do not care for love
And I haven’t got the time
I will use until I’m done

and a curtain blood red
Brandishing marionettes of the recently dead

He called out to us as we were standing in line 
While we waited to be judged unto the end

when my thoughts turn image
But I swear im in it
In my blood no quittin
So I strap the mental boots and go to war
Life sentence
How you figure that I got

crossed this line
Far too many times
Your life is on the line

You maggot you slime
Now only destruction awaits you this time

Clenched 
Fist
To your face

Dark life
Sharp knife
Baby trace the blade across wind pipe
At night
Alive
Chemical blood girl its alright
Dark life
Sharp knife
Baby trace the blade

That one day I'd have taken yours
The son who tore your heart out
Was the culprit all along

No one crossed that line before
Beyond it there's no return

Trapped in this blurry light over my head
I will write this lines trying to escape
Memories crumble inside I can lose
Shake me to realize what I

Bitches
Shoot the Pose
I be fucking with my crip niggas
Shoot the the pose
Blood bottoms stay Drip Bitches
Shoot the pose
While she loving on my dick nigga

come again

There's hearts in a line
And one of them's mine
There's blood in a stone
If you just hold on tight

Baby sweet baby likes to take it to the line
Ain't nothing better I would rather do
Red line fever will make you a believer
When the rubber hits