Lyrics:
cut to the beat
Machinery dragging you by ya feet
If ya hungry you're dying to eat
Choking on Alpo with a scalpel in your adam's apple
And a calico slug
and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private school, daycare, shit medical bills I pay that
I love your
[Benzino]:
Now we gon burn this right here
Ay yo dim the lights down
Yeah yeah
We gon let the track talk to em
Fly cars pretty hos rocks on my arm
and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private school, daycare, shit medical bills I pay that
I love your
them all those old time stars
Through wars of worlds - invaded by Mars
You made 'em laugh - you made 'em cry
You made us feel like we could fly
Radio
So
them all those old time stars
Through wars of worlds - invaded by Mars
You made 'em laugh - you made 'em cry
You made us feel like we could fly
Radio
So
I was a PFC on a search patrol huntin' Charlie down
It was in the jungle wars of '65
My weapon jammed and I got stuck way out and all alone
to cause a war, a cannibalistic thing
Feel this thing, shit, at night, you hear the bang bang
Buckshot is just doin his thang thang
You can see the glare
Marine light a fire in his eye
And it was strange but suddenly I forgot my fears
Well, we fought all night side by side we took our battle stance
And I
life timeless
Nigga, I be constantly rollin' with the devil on every level
It's a battle war ain't nothin' but a cosmic law
Competition and money
the street, being stopped by police
And I feel like (?)
They gave me the right of the way, uh
More peace and less war
Screaming fuck Doug Ford
JLF
violated everyday by the police
They take the kids, they rough 'em up, they throw 'em in jail
The judges are cold
Then they throw the kids in jail, they
We throw a fist up so you don't miss the
Point to why we're bustin' this shed light on the injustices
Utterance of ignorance that's cluttering
Chocolate chip, or an Oreo
I'm not a war rookie If martyred
I did it for the cookies
Here we go!
We got the yeast and baking soda, here we go!
Here we
escape route.
All alone,
get away, driver's gone, so I run.
In the street light,
in the clear sight,
still dark out,
can't find my escape route.
And I
of Wokishi light ice
Since I was a youngin' I'm still a lil spiritual
Milian on the beat, my lemonade lyrical
Pressed for pussy? Punk, you're pitiful
Money
Wrist life diamonds move like YOYO
[Verse 1: MAMBA & LTeeM]
They can tell I was born in the 90’s
I'm obsessed with kicks by Nike
And I got figures in my
grip on all reality Life is costing more than what's inside of me
But I'm a spiritual thug and she a damsel in distress Calling me by my name, she only
shots
Feet in the sand chillin out by the beach
Whats on my mind a whole lotta green
Wish i aint have to my cuts from my team
But i looked in the mirror
defending Tel Aviv
The other no where to go
Took a pledge, a gun, a war
Find a refuge and go and hide
A constant strife in any form
One just believes a lie
Walkin' around, not knowing where I'm goin'
Someone stops me and asks for some direction
Take a left here, make the next right
That will land you by
This one right here's
Most definitely the one
Look in the mirror if you
Want to see the sun
There's a war going on outside
Go get a gun
Cause
the movies war
In the light of its flagship suddenly suddenly
Go see a silhouette on the roadside
Finally a human being "he himself
I will recommend my
them all those old time stars
Through wars of worlds - invaded by Mars
You made 'em laugh - you made 'em cry
You made us feel like we could flyRadio
So
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