Lyrics:
come to reap, to triumph
Reap the souls of fools, marked by light
Rejoice in eternal power and eternal sin
Manifest thyself, scorch the land
Scorn
door
And shut the fuck up"
"Yeah man and clean the motherfucking spot up, smell like"
"Break the fucking breakdown in the working city, yo go get
blinding man
Pools of blood drowning you
General sends more troops
With warheads at the ready
Severed limbs all around
While the axis starts to surround
Take
around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it
You
Darkest angel by design, and a touch of light all combined
Nothing feels right, death's grimaced in my sight
Empty sockets with no life, tryna take what is
of the ground,
(Has) purified man's sins by fire.
Repent in this lost realm !
Giant molten corpse hides a key.
The Hayato's legacy.
First level elevation of mind.
shit that I got from Zone 3
Blowin' Orange Mile, yeah, we call it Tennessee
I'm good in every hood everybody know me
So don't wake me up, I swear
Santa Fe,
Tell em' im on my way,
MORE NEWSIES:
See old man Pullitzer's snug in his bed
He don't care if we are dead or alive
Three satin pillows are
3 tears for me,
When it's all gone,
When it's all gone
I can not stand
Who I am I'm this man
With this blood on my hands
In this blood I am damned
So
ruts three
Miles an hour
I was sweating bullets
Wind up on the milk box
Pulled up to the trailer
And a man on fire screaming
Kids covered in something
resume back to the game
Dog
This ain't like back in the days
You get clapped
If you actin' on stage
My dog do got the Glock in his glove
Sniffin for blood
letters under candle, delivered by camel
Layin in a dug-out channel's kinda hard to handle
So I say a little prayer to my maker in this blood filled place
Surpass those of the good
The cities lay in ruin
Amongst the fire and blood
Destructive forces rendered
The pulse of mankind ends
Upon the frozen
ain't wit' talkin', we gon' buck man
(repeat)
Verse 3: (Capone)
Peep the gangsta physiche, slim, fire with a fetish
move with a deathwish, bullets turn
the blood of the slain
While his backyard full of skeletal remains
His goal in life, was preparation for death
An autopsy showed affixation, loss of breath
you lick two shots,
It's dangerous man,
Journalists hire gunmen there's violent women,
Kids trust no one cause fire burnt them,
Refugees die in
We young thousand, but really future millionaires
Got fire in my eyes so it ain't fair
Got hustle ambition, yeah I talk that talk
Bleed blood with my
[Verse 3: SPM]
I dont give a fuck, cuz
We some hustlaz, friends we once was
Now I once blood, scratchin on my six
Thats somethin that a bitch'll do
I'll
entertained by helping enemies bleed
Let all the bodies soak in all the blood and the smoke cause they came for no pity
I bloody cut chop up they shell goes
soldier till I die
We run this place, and I say the same shit, with a gun up in my face
I ain't scared to die, bitch like I said before, ho
3rd Ward, I'm
grave
Man
I cannot condone the shit that is happening feeling like you can just somehow get by
Now you alone and stuck cause and it's evident that you got
Attention passengers
This is your captain speaking
We've reached our final destination
We'll be nearing Hell in about approximately three seconds
Thank
and anyone or anything sent to frustrate
Hinder the delay of my progression
I plead the blood of Jesus and the blood is against you NOW!
I will excel in
I flip and scrip 9 minute EF three
Playin by different bitches 'cause my face in the paper
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got
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