Lyrics:
of Christ
I Decree every thought
Made clean by the blood
Flesh thought it controlled me
I'm like what you thought it was
Not so
Cause I'm active
Bout that
Sun Tsu by: QuinFlow
I destroyed myself so I can find a new level
No limitations in my circle while I'm stacking up medals
Don't give a fuck about
COVID's only seasonal yet
I been dreaming it ends
We need new means to the ends
We tried impeaching the prez
Finally clean up the mess
Streets sweeped by
within the sin, the terrorism
Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead
I come forth with Gravediggaz, in a head full of dread
I've been examined
within the sin, the terrorism
Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead
I come forth with Gravediggaz, in a head full of dread
I've been examined
Charlotte but we bypassed Rockhill, we never was a minute late.
We were ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown rolling out of Georgia state.
Had some motor
the man with a plan and a pen in his hand
Demands so grand can't cram it in the canyon
Jamming like a peanut butter sandwich, give him
Half a chance, like
rent out all the rooms
And buy the moon, live like a star
It's just us
Butterflies come alive with every touch
I would die before I would give you up
coming off clean
I put a bullet in your
Bean, bullet in your cornrow
Bullet in your lean
Put on the safety, switch off the beam
Oi rudeboy, yo
Anytime you
black like a funeral
The world around us is burning
But we're so cold
It's the few, the proud, and the emotional
We've turned our hands to guns
Traded
on game
On they system either we ride or we gon die
Make em' pull they alarms
Keep they hands to the sky
Make em' yak that Patron let the Nina reply
WASTELAND
WRITTEN BY: MICHAEL THOMPSON AND MARK SPIRO
SOME OF US ARE LIKE WATER, FLOATING AWAY
AND WHERE WE'RE GOING NOBODY KNOWS
SOME OF US FIND
on the spaceship now
Gotta leave my mark on the town
Where they normalize hate and foul, uh
.44 out the truck (truck)
'Cause 'round here they don't give a fuck
'Cause when they catch me without my heat, and I'm thuggin'
In tha streets and I'm rollin'
Thuggin' by the deadliest G's, you can't fuck wit us
And relearn how to rock-n-roll
Yes, the lessons are all around us and the truth is waiting there
So it's time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets
hands like a sculpture
Tryna make a living and survive with the multure
Still I don't do what I'm supposed to
But yet I'm on the bill and the poster
Take
and the state gets involved
Says you've gotta clean it up though we feel for your loss
Start checkin in with Sgt O'Donovan and
Let us know if you feel yourself
Tell me what it takes to let go
Tell me what it takes to let go
Hands in a fist this has got to stop
Every time I look it's a body drop
Tell me what
You were way off the mark
Most of it in the dark
Found you now
Tiny light, give the peace
With which we reach indecision
I guess we lived in
Your daily bread
Give us day by day Your holy bread
You are the bread of life we need
Kingdom, power and honour and glory
Your's forever and ever
I rose to large drug dealin from petty robbin
[Supreme]
Well it's the five-eight, hands I'm holdin brothers for ransom
Operation generation
So let us hit bullseye on the ememy
Let us cut his head off
In the name of Jesus
And let us use his own sword and cut off his head
Because, too long
Fuck threats, I'm vex
So now all I gotta do is give away this spesh
And I got this spesh
.38, but it's late so I'm not going next
Hope my nigga
ho be dancing
Brothers on the block know the Hodge can rock
We fire off top like a molotov
Never been a mark, you can mark us off that list
I'm bout
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