Lyrics:
dealing was appealing
But the block club kept it from in front of our building
Gangsta rap-based filmings became the building blocks
For children with
sanctified
By the children of the poor
The truth distorted, the youth exploited
And yet still we fight their wars
Earth churns beneath military graves
gravediggin', 4K Trey
Nigga, this a shotta's chain
Real killer, don't play with children, 'fore I had fire at five brains
Do the dash on pro charge engines,
Xes lliw eb yrotadnam yliad
Ylthgin, this women need to be living by it
Stay fit n' way driven paste it and dye it
I am the king killer captain
We woke up as men, but tonight
Tonight we'll sleep as killers
As we break the cryptic morning
With a bullet and a prayer
The steel never seemed
you at your mother's wake, smack you then I whack you with my snub trey-eight
I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
Like
to suffer.
A throne unsurped by man
for a kingdom played with tyranny,
malicious, vile, mercyless.
Modernity devours the children
of earth disgraced.
Before
swear
You will know me by the scars I bare
Shapeless, vengeance
We are the thousand children of death
We're in between, on the fence
Non-descript
Rest in Power to my uncle Martin
Twenty-one years old slain by a cold-hearted killer
Point blank range pulled the trigger
Pour out a little liquor
Possessed killers by thousands of phobias
And they know, how big is your pain
We´ll be infected under flesh
Bastards are owners of your life
Seeing
America "Is to kill you"
"Listen to what I'm saying"
"They're coming for you!"
"They plan to destroy you"
"They hate you they hate your children
And they're
The aging anarchist said children take your shoes of my bed
Censorship burns books nobody read
Persecution is free but we sell freedom by wealth
Society
the media was focused/ On the words by Kanye/ What
Was it I just heard the President's Mom say?/ People here
Are frustrated/ Still got a long way/ Fed up but
let it make you shy.
We're children of a fight, of a story untold,
Life can be hell, but together we can unfold.
Life taught me to be strong, not
You must be on some kind of revolution kick
Modernity is on the line and says you're making them sick
Wars and borders, prisons and swords we don't
a drive-by
Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye
Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either die-die
So ask me why-why, but I feel that God owe
invisible enemy
A brutal killer,
that spreads around the world,
Thousands of lives taken,
He is killing all.
It s called Covid-19
He is the virus
ounce of a Good-God-Damn
The King of Killers is the saviour in our street and the saviour of our souls is a loser and a Cheat
Renegade children living in
A revolution is needed now but some of y'all would rather party
At what point is enough enough? How much is your children worth? Close your eyes and picture your
Jimrod James
Killer of systems
Last cousin of
Dizzy Earl Spencer
The man who dumbfounded eternity
He sits with flattened pockets
The unwanted wonder
time to bargain
cll your excuses, meaningless jargon
Doomed to extinction by politicians
United only by indecision
Ending the dawn of man
I'm
of doom,
Little girl found duct taped & raped, & the killer escaped God give me a break,
I want to keep believing but it's a struggle,
Let Jake & jack
Autumn's sun burns down on berlin
A turkish bride just passes by
Someone plans a revolution
Little kites dance in the sky
I will always hear your
a nigga, but with a mic, I’m a god killer
No hard feelings…motherfuck the law – cops
Killing niggas off, then call us all some cop killers
Rich telling
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