Lyrics:
passports
"Have a nice flight sir"
This is our chance, he never took a second glance
Am I ready to advance, or live by in a trance
The past thirty years
Disillusioned demons bleed by alien illness,
The nuked surface of earth transmutates into abnormal masses of festered flesh rising to fortell
Verse 1 (Ill Bill)
I'm the creep in the mask, snapped of disease from the lab
I chop my enemies in half wit guillotines and laugh
I speak
[Chorus]
Tell me what you see, when you look at me
A G that's me, I don't know why
I live my life, like I don't care, I don't care
[Z-Ro]
Nothing
first blade at nine
By the age of twelve, slap bine, fifteen, beat a court case
I flying it on the strip, that's all day
It's clear mine's different
than now
No more hurts. no more work by the sweat of your brow
No more drunk drivers drivin all out of control
No more flats and being stuck
Prepared to fight until I die, shadowed by fear in flames I stand.
The reaper waits for me to call to him.
This is the only life I have and my
Today was unexpected
Nothing here is how I left it
Each day that passes by
Just seems to feed the lie
Closing in around me
Makes it so hard
Y'all like live bitches, I like the dead kind
Hang with killas, creep like phantoms in the darkness
And even though we like to murder we ain't heartless
so empty inside
And outside was the world shrinking?
Pavement still sinking
Beneath another creep, another night
Sometimes I could feel so weak
to create the land dunes with long lasting sand
Uprooted the government of lightning only by command
A firmament in the midst of waters he ordered
To divide
dumb
'Cause when I tell em where I stay, it doesn't get better
Live in South Central, they assume you got a jail record
A stereotypical attitude
That if
New mothers pride
She swears on this birth
I live my life for the child
Unmerciful the last thing that she knows
The fire has burned us all
That's the key to keep
All these motherfuckers focused on me
I mean the creeps fishing with the pussy
Try'na be me
And you might get a couple follows
But
Creep on the riddim like a spider
See, this one's called Tarantula
I feel sorry for the
Next generation of blacks rIP Mandela
It's a mad world
Black
the past go.
But I'm haunted by reminders.
Forgive me im a rider.
I been trying to do good.
I was born to be a survivor.
Ive never been understood.
Im just
drac by your face
And damn i'm sick as hell little nigga ain't playing i'll pull out the mace imma spray it
Nigga you know you ain't safe I know I been
which he lives
On the eve of ending, my lonesome soul creeps
Snowfall beheld them all...
I'm just tired)
It lives and breathes and it insists that
It insists that it is something
(It's something i'm suffеring)
It never likes to spеak or run
as a cliff,
I play around aiming for the sky it's a miss,
me and my homies still providing to live,
Before i signed that lease, i was a child, a kid,
Hide in
I love to kiss on the bitches with bad breath
And choke her by the neck while
I just fuck her to death
Now tell me (What?) do you love me?
(Huh?)
Through the concrete cracks it creeps, through every hole it seeps.
True evil never sleeps, in the hearts of apathy it lives.
Closed eyes, closed minds
sleep without my slugger
That's some G shit
You never know when motherfuckers
Trying to creep in but lately when I say I
Know about the KREEP game
K-R
Strap yourself spite of, PLR in
The piece, biggest lair, yo
Pimp slapped by the hand of god
The anthem of dismantlers
My mantra creeps inside your ears,
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