Lyrics:
a christian church
Which is built on ancient ruins
The dark and narrow cryptic exert a strong influence over me
Inside the crypt I kneel in front
the difference
Is I can hang, and you will drop the ball
I'm slow ridin' without crossing over
Doing me in everything I do
I see y'all glorify lame niggas
But we
When life leaves you high and dry I'll be by your door tonight
If you need help, if you need help
I'll shut down the city lights, I'll lie, cheat,
Winning by confusion
It's a losing game
It's sad and rings a reason
All I wanna see is
C'est le retour de la tangerine
C'est le retour de la
Winning by confusion
It's a losing game
It's sad and rings a reason
All I wanna see is
C'est le retour de la tangerine
C'est le retour de la
sell
To the children and the junkies
That are too far gone to tell
The lust and greed for money
Fed by the other's pain
In the neighborhoods of war
I was waiting
For the moment
I was hoping
For the moment
I can see a city burn on the horizon
Sudden darkness fills the sky and hides the day
I'll never get rocked by a chicken
I know you lame niggas know my position
I came from the same ghetto you live in
With no pot to piss in
So believe
I was born, and I was made by the hands of marmalade
I've got legends in my blood; I've got Indians in my veins
And in the year of '44 Grandpaw went
in crystal ball
Them city-order ducks softly walk
I got subpoena by the government the other day
I opened it and read it
It said they was suin'
down, By now you know our purpose is
To take this scene over, Who the fucks going to stop us
When half the cats that enter battles these days are
stayed in war mode
My gats stayed unlocked ready to unload
Loungin' waitin for the drama to unfold
But luckily we never had to go there
Lucky for them
a game in my vein
Verse 1: Mac
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be another
Tazmanian, rebel, new Wu tycoon
Two thousand-five lyrics, you'll catch on soon
New entrepreneur, no match to go to war
On tour, blowin smoke out the four by
man's burden
Hoe's see my ride and want to say they a virgin
20 inch turnin keep they heart hurtin
H-town city slicker, buy my German
Sippin' on bourban,
looking for recruits
My father is living proof that it's blood in the fruit
Watched him heal sickle-cell like a simple achoo
Now he at you, by the way bless
of the yellow tape
All it take is one call il have some
ni**** come kill ya from out of state
Surrounded by bosses everybody getting it its plenty food
of me speak
And preaching on my poetry
Getting better day by day it's
Noticing in the rap game I
Co-exist I ain't blow up yet
I ain't get my check haters
by the 2, woo
And my jordan is true blue
I dont think amma choose you
So i hopped in the new coup
Know im never lackin always pistol packin
I be here
love that man forever I could never judge
Got my four grandparents still alive
It's a blessing but the time is passing by now
And all the caged birds
acting complacent
It's taking it's toll
I'm breaking the mold
By showing emotions but
My heart is cold
No one gives a fuck
Never pity us
No one showing
whenever you'd like
you're probably pretty selfish, like every other human
conditioned by a sick society, lacking empathy, acting like narcissism is
(That's all I want)
I want connections like the Mafia
Set it off with a message
I wanna start the apocalypse (Tear his city up!)
Took the first by the force
Keep it a thousand from the jump
Not with revolution then you not the one I want
Need my shawty healing when I'm walking with a drum
Want her by my
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