Lyrics:
Arsonists spitting arsenic
Slurping parsnip soup at the table got
The right chips for bargaining
Hearts darkening using white
Chicks for marketing
to conquer power around us
Untruth speeches and worthless ideas
Persuaded with a holy book, raising his hands
Begging for salvation with blooded hands in your
Everything is fleeting
It's the good-old way
Every moment is forgotten already
You know I can't even wait
And by god, we've got big plans
For dyin' in our
rhymes for my circle of friends
it's like that, and that's the way it ends
me and biz markie constantly set trends
oh, what a beautiful day
Persecuted fires
Who dares judge or question
These words scripted by liars
They will not answer
For wars which they inspired
Parallels
Understanding
still benefit
Found some better friends and they better fit
Use to have them beyblades then I let it rip
Now I go to funerals and say my rip
Working
never break our rows
Holy war is on the edge
The creature is released
Men on his feast mind the venom of the beast
False messiah
You shall never win
We
societies heal, governments can always start again
But families are broken forever my friend
Families of war broken forever my friend
Families of war broken
everything illegally
We could de friend for years, cross me once that's thievery
The glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife
Players who ain't half
With all the hopeless souls
I've been frowned upon
By all the pious holy rollers
I will rise above
And crawl out from this hole
And this time I won't be
Bobby, they said there ain't gon' be no Christmas this year
So what you gon' do?
Hit it friend
Huh, ha, ha, ha, Funky Christmas hah, huh
I
you're looking for a fight
I'm gonna put you in my sights
'Cause every time I lock and load
It feels like comin' home
War is less about your
Friends than
surrounded by pride envy and greed it's no fun to
Have a friend or pretend you're naive to the hunger
Fall to my knees I was under the pressure of being
out
Smell it in the air every time I fuck around town (downtown)
Lay down, one by one I pick 'em off without sound
Choppa have my back, Grey slap
And the bongs, fill up the lungs, niggas, don't stop
Fools get sprung when they get too smoked off the crops
I give props for all the soldiers in the war
Yo,
him
completely by surprise, and Arthur became convinced that a new
strategy was required if the quest for the Holy Grail were to be
brought
the roadside
Tell of suffering and greed
Here today, forgot tomorrow
Ooh, here besides the news
Of holy war and holy need
Ours is just a little
grave)
I can hear them crying
I can see their fear
I can see them dying
(Washed away by deadly gamma rays)
(All the world's a blazing funeral pyre)
chat
Only one god
deh pon me chest
War unu war
We nah send no text
Bare gun shot
Funeral up next
Nuff a dem wonder
What coming next
One don gosso
Nonna
And the waves came and stole him and took him to war
He wrote
I'm broke
Please send for me
But I'm broken too
And spoken for
Do not tempt me
Forgive
Lights up a new escape
Let's be of these times
Holy blue with the breaking glow
Inside the pace
Hardens and grace
Fossilized by a game
Talk
know He opens doors
Singing la la la la la
Singing la la la la la
Kelis - Star Wars
I was the first new born babe
Brought to you by the fearsome
friend
With an eye socket full of needles
And a will to die for nothing
And that's glory
Abide thy crass itinerary barely suitable
For common slum cats
we're dying for
By the call of pyromania
Bring fire into war
Rest in flame by testament
At midnight we return
Raising fodder for the living
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