Lyrics:
USA
Here we stand
Pledge allegiance
Our genocide
A nation ruled by apathy
Your privilege kills your empathy
With handcuffs around our wrist
Behind our
I got all that paperwork ready for you
You just gotta come by
And uh
Give it a sign
And you're set for life
Sound good
Stuck in your head
It's
me a seal
Bitch I ain't choosе you
Walkin out Neiman spend it by 2 (huh)
You know what im on yea you know what I do
You know who I be with you know
(Chorus)
Pop it all, pop a pill, pop a seal, what’s your life like?
Yeah, Feeling lost till I rack another bar to get my mind right,
Woh Pop it all,
I'll paint my skin
We'll paint a document
Makes no sense
That a stranger's stamp
Can seal my true love's fate
Can seal my true love's fate
Call
the things that shall be Again I know their existence is a sin
Unholy book of the dead
Tortured words spoken in my head
Conjured evil no man can seal
Evil
I will not fear the terror of the night
Though I walk through the valley
I know my Shepherd's walking by my side
You are with me
And when my enemies
We havin' a check by the way
Huh, woo woo woo
You feel me? You dig
Shit look easy, know what I mean
Hey
Don't I look like I'm the shit lil'
I'm the only one wrap, bitch, the pack in the mail
Had to make somethin' for the gangsta bitches
Never by myself got the banger with me
Hatin' ass
and chemical time.
These walls have eyes.
A love like crime.
Seal the absence of my shadow.
All my dreams condoning arrows.
Killing my defiance
catches z's
We catch um on the blind side
Moving thru the mist as
We travel by the twilight
Aware of what's to be
I see it thru my minds eye
Moving thru
the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
squares, now we get em by the hundos
Scooter met Hector and he made the world respect me
Oh no Chee Chee Chee, hell no he ain't gonna fuck the street
Used
"Fight tuberculosis, folks." Christmas Eve, an old
junkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street.
The "Priest," they called him. "Fight
to touch
Bitches I like to fuck, guns I like to bust, so...
Chorus (2x): Manuel Seal
Lay on back, light up the blunts
As we give you motherfuckers just
move like the mob, my capo send down the orders
Got some people in Texas, their crib is right by the border
Place your order for cola, ain't talkin'
tail by ear by chin
Within the hereafter I hereby win
I hope you vow to meow another day and never
Decompose, by the way before we seal these molds
and all day the omnipresent sand has been whipped up by an impudent wind, making progress all the more difficult
At dawn, I pinpointed the location
Oh, why
I don't know
I don't know, why
I gotta be by dem
I gotta be by dem
gotta be by dem
gotta be by dem
I gotta be by dem
gotta be by dem
gotta be
Black diamonds, Black History Month, turned to Martin Luther King overnight
I was just rollin' the dice, huh
I was just tryna get by, I gambled my
the kill
Or you'll be hit by the curse of the pharaohs
Yes you'll be hit and the curse is on you
Now if you're breakin' the seals
And disturbing the peace
rocked it well
But instead he rocked that
Hair full of braids
Braided by his girl Leecy
Went to Simeon, nigga had game kinda cold
Never killed a soul
So we
because it's hypocritical, nigga, you got guns
You surrounded by gangsters and killers, all your niggas
Like, the fuck is you talkin' about?
Nigga, talk
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