Lyrics:
the last one standin'
The rest die
Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, westside
Though it's worldwide no one
Can deny my views
Tracked it to my very fabric
money more than often, my loft in-
Atlanta, and I got a cabana
And I got a banana-clip up in the cannon
Big dog shittin' on all you cocker-spaniels
I just
[Bun B]
Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak
Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback
(You see it's real, they be like look at that
know how it is i brought
The bitch but all it is
I broke it off in her pelvis call for six
Call this shit male that won't fit in my cell
Call the cannon
You could shoot off a cannon
Down the middle of bond
And attract no attention in downtown st. john's
This getting nowhere is getting to me
Wondering
imagine we just do it
No distractions i'm a guardian of the secret
Bag call me pollock jackson
Yeah hey ey yeah
Getting flashed by the cannons hey hey yeah
Chorus:
Somos el barco, somos el mar,
Yo navego en ti, tu navegas en mi
We are the boat, we are the sea, I sail in you, you sail in me
The stream
Mob-mobbin' like a motherf***er
'Tis the season to be servin'
Short than a motherf***er snatched up by one-time
Make a phone call and be back to ball by
Death is an angel sent down from above
Sent for the buds and the flowers we love
Truly 'tis so, for in heaven's own way
Each soul is a flower in
heart is falling
Know you by this, the lover's chant
'Tis I that am your visitant
alive
Technologically I thrive!
Inhuman!!!
Cybernetically enhanced
Unforgiven
By forbidden science
Necromanced!
Circuitry is fusing
My anatomy is
music in the chamber
I'm God's gift, heard I was born in a manger
Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you
Leave you slumped on the chessboard, found by
to be servin'" "What you doin'?"
"Mob-mobbin like a motherfucker"
"Tis the season, to be servin'"
Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time
to pull this ratchet out (yeah, uh, uh, Young Gunna)
Y'all told me to go next (Neef)
And I'ma be goddamned if I don't squeeze my cannon, holla
Yo, yo,
Have you no decency
Yes, but it's cheaper
To broadcast on this frequency
Supported in part
By viewers like you
The prophet gave proof
By parting
a thousand-five cannons
Nigga gettin' it on
Peep out the window, I was solo flashin'in the streets
Caught by cops
I'm tell them bring some extra tape and plenty
star
Surrounded by the shadows
Their voices near and far
Remember the Alamo
A heart of sacrifice
Remember the Alamo
The blood, the tears, the price
away
Though his life will never be forgot
Closer now
No more cannon fodder
Shannon Day
Walks away
A new sermon to live by
Destruction state
Fatherless
Ave Maria! Maiden mild
Oh! listen to a maiden's pray'r
For thou canst hear 'em in the wild
'Tis Thou, 'Tis thou canst save amid despair
We
what you see we're carried by the same breeze
there's a cannon in my yard
but it's made from glass
so it's not your fault
if you can't see
that
(Cannon)
Don't sit by waiting for the time to come
Hold back from wasting time
I can't give you what you need
Although, let me show that I care
I'm not a hero
I'm not a villain
I'm just someone who lives in-between
Loose cannons held by chains
And when the dust falls and settles
They'll still
Firing at will, the trigger pulls with resentment
Flak cannons ripping, shock rifles blasting
Contestants turned to bits
Chunks of meat flying everywhere,
On the fastest ship in our universe
We're on a hunt for fame and glory
We obey no laws, we'll raid until we die
Our crew is marked by the devil's
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