Lyrics:
Arriving at the gates of the church Obscuring the truth
The tainted blood of a virgin-born
A device of torture affixed upon the spire Towering crossed beams
Chorus
Exposed Upon the Cross Absence of Blood and Soul
Nine Inches in Feets and Fingers Black Blood Flowing Scum
the pockets and all the jewelry
Glass shattering, blastin, niggas scatterin
Scat, takin three to four to the back
I'm back motherfucker, live broadcast
Show
Diamond baugette bracelets for my lovers
Player, I use Cristal to lubricate rubbers
Who got shit on his wrist that cost 3 nickel
Who got the project
I'll pull a three-eighty
Three feet from my waist
Three inches from your faces
Make no mistake Weezy neva hesitate
I'll pop till your shit separate like
dances
To the tune of a concertina
Blood dryin' in my yellow hair as I go from shore to shore
I know what it is that has drawn me to your door
But
I'm beauiful
These flasy cars ain't new to y'all, playboy
[Verse 3]
I got these niggas takling about this black-on-black Hummer
I scored that last
us then why they hate to see us comin' up?
Running up, gun cocked, black mask and gloves
If you ain't got it, pay me mind and blood, no love
Waitin'
and roll with little panthers through these project halls
the three color flag can't hold my baggy sag
7 to omega
black motion is ocean style
slick in my
Child wild adventures walk trillions of square inches
Ten percentage try to drain me of my mental strengthage
Heavy wattage knowledge cleans blood
Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious
Child wild adventures walk trillions of square inches
Ten percentage try to drain me of my mental strengthage
Heavy wattage knowledge cleans blood
your ass hopin' fences
Lucky mothafucka missed your ass by some inches
Next time understand what you fuckin' with is legendary status
Sittin' behind
fatigues
50,000 leagues of black, so what's up
Can we avenue slide player style ghetto walk
To the east and wild Crooklyn, New york
Creamy kid yo Smith
Souls black as
But it's nothing for the children of God to fight
We wrestle not with flesh and blood
But with the principalities of darkness
So
the plug, and I'm the boss of Freebandz
I'm Black Migo, that's forever, this shit right in my blood
All these diamonds and this money'll make a bitch catch
darling mother
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn and leave where I was born
Cut a stout, black thorn
Famine and disease devour tribes in this wasted land
Pestilence delivered onto us by our own hand
Black temple built for death we pray
Taking lives
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
bloods a flood
Without credit
Black and close to the edit
I fed it, you read it, just remember who said it
War at 33 1/3 not really live
I rather do
Hold up, Hold up, Hold up
Y'all gon' get me bowed up
When that beat hit it's like three kicks
In your knees up to your nose, huh
You knows us
darling mother
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn and leave where I was born
Cut a stout, black thorn
winter's dream.
I seize the throne round dagon's stone,
Dark hordes arise 'neath winter skies,
Forged 'neath the moon, by skulthur's tomb,
Blood
He was playing the wall, then he broke his leg
Tossed it out the window, three minutes hot
Hit the Rastaman, he said, (blood clot)
What came first,
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