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He hammers and pounds for days
Call out for more, he'll tongue and groove the back door
Double hung and swinging both ways
Idly,-Idly-eh, we
up dazed struck by the glass
Grab the gun out the crack
I'm not goin back
As the cops walk up in the tracks
Point the gun out the back
then just dump
Lost in this life of, never ending pain
Thrown to the gallows, but death refrains
Darkness calls, the black awaits
Eternal refuge on earths estate
Hermetically sealed and made of solid steel
The bath house had a security video with an image so clear that the
Jury could see the points of the Russian hammers
there
Spoke in silent steps becoming one to the road of suffering
Like the hammers which would drive the nail
Broken by the weight of love
The dove
on 3, 2, 1, pop, bleed
Hungry for more I'm a different breed
Never enough and I call that greed
Please, there's nothing that I can't see when I say that
information to you?
Yo, there go the God right there, yo Peace, Born Knowledge
Peace God (Peace what up Bobby?)
Yo, yo... don't even call me Bobby no more,
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
It's forty long years I have traveled
All by the contents of me pack
Me hammers, me awls and me pinchers
I carry them all on me back
Oh, my wife
It's forty long years I have traveled
All by the contents of me pack
Me hammers, me awls and me pinchers
I carry them all on me back
Oh, my wife
me yea she dish it well
Besitos but I don't kiss and tell
Head to toes I got her gripping nails
Imma bring the hammer man I bet we'll build
Bar
I float by
Call me if you maybe find the time
Hey buddy that's neat
Here's a deal I spit heat
For an ounce of my flavor
You beg and plead
When I'm
wrist they ain't got time
Live Life Lit, three L's of mine
Straight to the point like porcupines
I got them tools, it's hammer time
Like you stole my
niggas used to be good like Ken Griffey
I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt
On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month
I'm a Blood, you can Crip if
it takes to make 'em jell
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostes' on the ball
They could go to Elsa Maxwell
a battle ax
From the east came a third, holding a
Spiked club, and finally, from the west
A rider who wielded a great hammer of war
With them came their
demons
Blood stains on my sneakers
I Put blood sweat and tears in this
Im neva gonna call it quits
Dollar and Dream
Dollar and Dream
I mob with the team
I
Stories in our blood.
A power that cannot be tamed.
I hear it now...
The steel is shaped by fire.
The hammer falls, it rings the walls.
Honed but still we
Knights
Yeah and I'm always packing
Keep the lightning on my hip like I'm Thor
These hammer and nails will lay you flat as a door
Real warrior covered in
I'm walking up you be tucking your chain
We out for blood I be making it rain
Keep talking shit you'll get hit with the blade
Pick up a brick I ain't
horseback to meet at your doormat
Indian death cry don't know what to call that
The hammer no Thor axe is kept by the thorax
If I let it he weather changing
from arms and hammers baking so distill
High degree heat remove the fakes from real
And I still let in the snakes call it a happy meal.
I gotta pamper
a wannabe knee slapper
Never been jealous I'ma honoree master head honcho with colossal stature
I'm from the heights you will never see
More bricks broken by
the intellect sharp when outweighing my brawn
If we shooting don't be Donald Ducking when hammers get drawn
Blood is dripping like cherry crayons, I snap like
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