Lyrics:
Kill by a gun, you'll die by a gun
How you go feel at the point of no return
'Nuff men dead under the sun
Na so them kill the innocent man
Innocent
I got big ol' bags, lil' nigga
How I'm doing
That's fasho
Man, these bitches tryna sip some
Wok, I'm simping bout no hoe
Nigga, I'm sipping by them
the mic tight strike like a rattle bring
Rhymes and nines to the motherfucking battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get
the sun
The jewellery that it hung
About me, God it stung
Like life's betrayal
Now shadows lengthening
Hear the nightside sing
The promise
Ye Jacobites by Name/The Rights of Man
(Both traditional; arranged by Seven Nations)
Ye Jacobites by name
Lend an ear, lend an ear
Ye Jacobites by
bash, forgettin
The laws, created by the creators
There's no more masters, just master-perpetrators
We did time with the rhyme like a bid
Now we're
brothers?
Cause by killing him just made
His words teach others
Like Martin Luther King he preached peace
Like the West East beef finally
That shit is rotten
(1/2 Chorus)
I've gotta drinkin' problem man one mouth and two hands
And an empty can I ain't got no lucci lucci
(Verse 1)
I'm feelin' that funny
of the deceased - cadavers marching side by side
The night of the deceased - by mans creations we shall die
Planet earth our battlefield the warm blood it stains
Sitting on the front porch
Watching the children play
Old man rocking
Waiting for judgement (day)
A fresh chew of tobacco, and a glass
of sleeping
For twenty-two years my mum was doing the cleaning
Dreaming that her kids would have a better life
Go in bed at night, struggling with getting by
And the teacher said what you doing young man
I'm painting flowers you see
But this is not the time for art young man
And anyway flowers are green and red
There's
that?s the type of man I am,
I?m the type of man that would take a lady by your hand
And show her, that I wanna get to know her
Tell her that she?s
I'm confessing to this vodka this stress will get you popped up
A walk by black pea coat the desert E spit nonstop
Cease ya'll plans I plan to live I
I look like askin' a grown man to feed me? (Ooh, ooh)
You get locked up by them crackers, better have you some Velveeta (ooh, ooh)
'Cause they ass
of an eagle)
Two got flushed in the toilet and the two cookies fell
Oh man is that my beeper? (SFX of a cow)
Two pizzas said Yo (SFX of a pig)
The deal is in
You won't even get to go outside
And days go by, and you and I just sit inside this room
There is no sun, there is no sky, there is no crescent moon,
And you say
To me in your ordinary way
That you can?t
Help me out
Of the ordinary
[Chorus:]
You?re just like the London Sun man you?re over and done
All night long we drank sugar water
Trying to keep the heat at bay
I was poor, she was a poor man's daughter
But we weren't too poor to play
We
back claim the know us but I see right through them now
Living life correct sun set in sight Hunny by my side she down day or Night
So as I’m walking im
Wish I was a plane, flying high alone
Heading towards the sun, taking myself home
Troubles far behind, worries down below
Floating by my side, clouds
to be if you're like me and crave brutality
I've been to California by way of Tijuana
Them pinche loco gueros out there farming marijuana
I smoked about
I once knew a man, well a man by age if you understand
He would spend his days down by the beach chasing all the girlies
Until there was this one,
fuckin tries but you're late
And the sun will set even five minutes in the tunnel
You'll be funnled in ain't no mumblin fuck you never come again
I could
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