Lyrics:
a purpose
By well meaning minds
Naive to the hell
They've unleashed on mankind
Run run to your doom
Bionic moon
Glows in the dark
Fright trembling with
your name
They saved a place in line for you
Kicked and trampled under marching feet
Wash those vermin from our gilded streets
Set the table with
Matter fact slide again
I'm tryna get me a big body Benz
Be by myself I ain't fucking with friends
If she get out of line I treat her like a fan
Murder for
Haha
vibe engine
Jiggy Boy Limes
Woo, Yeah, woo, yeah, woo
When I wake by 6, Give praise to allah
For his good grace and watch on my clan
old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played six
He played knick-knack on his sticks
With a knick-knack paddywhack
Give a dog a bone
This old man
bustin' through the crowd, wild, with my hand on a cannon
Be like quick to put two up in ya like who mana standin'
I be the last man, blast man
If you
bustin' through the crowd, wild, with my hand on a cannon
Be like quick to put two up in ya like who mana standin'
I be the last man, blast man
If you
a plan, chase the plan
Don't get stop by no fuck shit
This for my family
This one gone come in handy
I'm tryna reach the top understand me
Aye (aye)
With
Highland and Shortnitty
Nigga we can knuckle up
I got fifty-six with me
Strickly for my rouges
With me until they lift me
We can meet for shows
I see they
gettin' stomped by the marching band
Keep 'em shook like spray cans (it's so hot)
It's so hot it'll make your face tan (ooh)
Ace ban rap, the place,
of course, is that we learnt a lot from that as well militarily because I mean, we're at that time, we were wearing red coats and marching with our rifles over
Seventy-six trombones led the big parade
With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand
They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuosos
breathe by myself
Don't wanna be no cliché
No that's never been my way
Ain't nothing wrong with going astray
Yeah that's always been my way
Slip on that
provided me with these gifts
Helping me to keep marching north
And they are the saints
Pieces of the grand picture he is trying to paint
I am not alone
the same damn thing
Knife and fork are on the table, there's nothing in my pan
And if you said a thing about it, havin' trouble with the man
Let
the same damn thing
Knife and fork are on the table, there's nothing in my pan
And if you said a thing about it, havin' trouble with the man
Let
take him with you when you go?
Dance down slow. Oh, way down.
You cannot escape the bar-side angel dissector
You undo you life with too much cocoon,
across the land
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand
Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm
by twelve
Just as easily as you and I do by ten
Now if man had been born with six fingers on each hand
He'd probably count
One, two, three, four,
How's man's op gonna say link me at 6 o clock
Got to the spot 5:30, let the ting of at 6:01
That's another pagan gone
Having an amazing run
Out here
himself
Stitched by Dapper Dan, oh man with the gun in hand
I leave your blood squirting
No offense, I'll put your face on the chest of a sweatshirt
ass surrounded
Was blinded by that ass and I was pissed them bastards found me
Grabbed my bow a couple arrows yo I swear I had to shoot a man
Three
Down with Triple Six and S.P.V. but you don't hear me
Down with Triple Six and S.P.V. but you don't he-he-he
Down with Triple Six and S.P.V. but you
[Solo: Eros]
Thunder from the sky, Gods of the Olympus
Marching by my side, Zeus Soter Nike
Ares God of War with Phobos and Deimos
Spartan with no fear,
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