Lyrics:
me (what?), Beef it was finna be
My appetite for destruction is finnicky
He was an industry type, influenced by magazines and snipes
Rocked
a crack dealer by the name of peter
Had to buck him down with my 9 millimeter
He said I had his girl, I said "now what are you? stupid?"
But he tried
reconciled
My God of the living and the dead
We living to be dead to the temporary flesh
Purchased by the servant Christ
I mean The KING who brings eternal
Like your Granddaddy was
Servant like a caddy does
I've always been bad at love
I'd rather do some ratchet stuff
Now a slight change in the mindset
I'd
Yea
Let's catch a vibe right now
Turnin' up like this could be the damn last time
Looking back, I swear I should be dead by now
Looking back, I
and everything that done made him
Jit can sell everything, he gon' get it gone
None by his side
Swear to God he would risk it all
And he don't got a name
He gon'
When Satan Rules His World by Deicide
Only What the Light Allows vocals by Tony Reviere
Open the door Jehovah you whore
I am the servant of who rules
conspiracy theories say they know I'm ok,
I'll drop seven more albums by my ghost from the grave
VERSE 2: SUFFA
I wanna die in Memphis like Elvis,
Senseless
There's a disc jockey in Hartlanberg
Who works at W.A.N.T.
He puts two or three eggs in him
And he's in your car by 6.00 am
He lives for
Henney
Kid named Timmy actin' friendly
Grabbed her by offending, sure hurt 'cos his game didn't work
He didn't know the alcohol's about to get him merc
of the human population
The captain name was Thomas, the infantry man was Kai
And he's the man that discovered the Ultra85
Accompanied by a girl inside their
intimidated by your threats
He chose a few to show the many He's the best, let's rep!
So what's holdin' you back?
Look Goliath dead in the eye
Are you sure that
I can't be fooled by no sex
I can't be down like the rest
God knows best he see i keep failing his test
I told em i back on they necks
Man ay talk
Grabbed his iron, it was time to ride for
Multiple homicides, taking lives for
He's dead and gone, the next man's deep inside
Check one-two, I
the hoes
My brody, he don't fight, dawg, duh, he got a pole
I been waitin' for to drop a album, I know this gon' be cold
Know, I can right and I can
he got them dark forces in him
But he also got a righteous cause for sinning
Them a murder me, so I gotta murder, them
First emergency, doctors
your second album
And Me, Myself & I just went 7x Platinum
Toured around the world, damn, you really had 'em
But now you're 27 and it's time to be
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
Until he was finally throwm out; and when they threw him out,
They wrote a song about him as if he were dead.
And it goes like this:
Harry Pollit was
dead, still the hangman he said, come join him in the masquerade.
So sing me a song of love, and tell me a tale of hate, and sing me a hymn that’s fit
In a world
Where rap is dead and the people of earth are suffering
One man can lift them from their peril
In his first studio album
He'll intrigue
from the abyss, aye
You know we holding our own money down on the rim, aye
From LDN, Triple 7, the O don't miss, aye
No triple threat, aye
Just one more
it ain’t meant for you
Decades of dead-end mundane work awaits
Acknowledge your fate conditioned to accept your place
And negative stereotyping by
of the Lord
That He may be glorified
Isaiah, fifty four, and verse seventeen
No, weapon that is formed against you shall prosper
And every tongue that comes
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