Lyrics:
like a diamond on them
And I tried to warn them
Now I got to scorn them
I'm just shining on them
Fly like a diamond on them
And I tried to warn them
I
Executive Outcome
Embedded in the belly of a heavy metal
Beast Blasting into Purgatory with my Wild Geese
Breaking down the enemy piece by bloody
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
the office
Cause I push black Porsches, Benz's and Jaguars-es
When the rag's off it, gat on my lap, I'm that cautious
Never trust grimy-ass New Yorkers
inception, claiming fire as our home. Licked by flames our steel grows stronger to be forged in hate forevermore.
A hellish scorn quickly approaches violent
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
outlasted the shame and the scorn
Lifetimes ago
Live and let glow
All this hate over braids that box
Leave em high and dry beef ain’t worth the sauce
Soul
what?
Dj lord gimme that cut
Bring that beat back
That's whats up
Feedback from truly
Freedblacks
Gotta think outta this
Box of hard knocks
Continental trunk ft. Djeemy Reduzi
(Prod by Ataxia)
(Mick Comte) :
Life outside the box
And iam here now
Life outside the box
Feelin free now
the _Homiez_
But now I must remember all about my tenderonis
You're lonely by your homey baby I know how you're feelin
You in the mood for some Sexual Healing
for props, tell your pops call the cops
See now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
I keep killin', because
drop
Down, high break, free from they Glocks
Make prisoners out in Rikers Island think outside the box
This couldn't have been predicted by the Mayans
for props, tell your pops call the cops
See now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
I keep killin', because
The Demons ring the Sabbath bells
Rejoice the witches chant
Preper the sacrifice - by fire
The blood runs black through heavens shell
Declare the witches
lost you, one by one, and now you're gone to black
Lost!
You're gone to black
Lost, lost
Now, you're gone to black
Lost, lost, lost
And now, you're gone
by nails
My lips are glazed with words of rebirth in praise of death
I grasp for air in the submergence of my own sin
Clinical silence for the seed
Ill Will, God bless your life (it's yours)
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
I trip, we box up crazy bitches
Aiming guns in all my
I had three donuts and two cups of coffee
But that didn't stop my appetite
I had only eaten a box of cookies very late last night
I had ten
a couple shots, Sippin' straight to the walls
They try to box me in, Fuck the box
They try to box me in, Fuck the box
Watch me count my stack load
Watch my
Tomorrow is what a nigga ain't guaranteeing
New Orleans had a sheriff by the name of Harry Lee
When he died, niggas shouted out "Tha-thank you, Jesus"
a metal box to imitate security there's a blue sky over me but the fear is on me.
In a place where ball games are strictly forbidden luxury two bedroomed
your ass crack, EXTREME PRESSURE
Teach you a lesson
Fuck your confession of evil I march with black sheep on the Sunset streets
With hoods like
platinum, baby
Yeah, we be goin' platinum but I wear gold
Four hundred, five hundred what I get a show
Play the game right so I'm livin' by the code
We
unreal
But it's guaranteed
That once you go black
Youll never go back
Don't be An enemy
We lived in Symbiosis
You know whats in the box
So hurry up take
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