Lyrics:
The butcher's chopping block
A gun without a chamber
A question that has no answer
A silent revolution
Vultures on the signpost
A parrot on the tower
A changing
on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play
(New York city y'all) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by
man
Pou nou fix up
Mo pa lé dry dry dry
Mo pa lé give up
Mo ka travay tou lé jou man
Pou mo rise up
Don't fuck my way
Sinon a gun shot
Mo Stand by an mo
by looting, as a nation simmering with unrest, unraveled
How long can you be peaceful, when your people are dying
Infrareds, ultraviolence, please
sal mon negro
Loin de moi les pucelle
Sauf si elle prépare
Et fais la vaisselle
Sauf si elle suce
Et qu'elle excelle
Ou est ton gun
QUOI
Toujours pas de
we'll hit the lights and bless today
Now come on revolution get it on (yeah)
Hasta la Vista blast off your libido right
Hasta la Vista hop on to get
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Thick steel armour
Bristling with guns
130 tonne monster
King of the Galician Front
Zaamurets
Serving the tzar
Zaamurets
Behemoth of the First World
the air puffing
Dread Rasta man never fear nothing
And Jah never moved by mere talking
His universal power be spear blocking
Even if Babylon gun air
Still swing with machete
That's long as Paul Pierce
Let's talk about it, South side, cracks by the sewer
Hustle with my uncle, one- oh- seven got
The Last Poets - updated by Ethan]
I love niggas, because niggas are me. And I should only love that which is me. I love that you niggas go
boat
Right outside of de la croix
And all the while I was alone
The past was close behind
I'd seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind
And I
and South
I got my niggas The Top Guns here
We gonna sign this one off like this:
My life's been a great story in the ultimate war
Should I ill or do right?
cause fuck that yo
I gotta make sure my dough multiply
Crimes I commit heinous
Y'all niggas is brainless
You tied up at gun point, flinch
Make you famous
of monsoon
Will be upon us soon, my love
Both men were bombardiers
Pale sirens tongued their ears
You were the smoking gun
Concealed by everyone, my love
But
Mueva mueva mueva mueva
Que mi gente se mueve
Mueva mueva mueva mueva
Que la tierra se renueva
Mueva mueva mueva mueva
Muévete por dónde quieras
Al enemigo nunca le des la espalda
Y acordate que vivimos y morimos por la pistola
Yeah we live by the gun so we die by the gun
And trust me you don’t
Hey la, um de hey oh la
Said, hey la, um de hey oh le
Hey, hey, hey, hey oh la
Said hey, oh hey, feelin' good today
One day as I was a havin'
with no direction?
Like the right to vote with no one to vote for in an election
Like a gun with no bullets in the clip for protection
Like the crowd
view points, or you'll be dead
Devil's babies die early, curly, sharp axe to the head
Comments from a murderer, my thoughts are sinister
Cursed by
gonna
Him hear rounds from a Calico gun cocks
I was returnin' the favor
Why we even comparin' namе to name?
I been surpassed his and then somе
Who y'all
I'll see you all at my Super Dinner Party"
And late that night, at my Super Dinner Party
I was dancin' to the beat and entertainin' La
Co-signed by Alchemist, stamped by Babu
Executive Produced, yours truely, got loot
It's a new day, phones still tapped
Watchin' the crew
They put out one
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