Lyrics:
petrified to throw
It from the shoulders
Nigga, now throw your hands up
Leave the guns and the knives at home
Don't be a punk-ass nigga when the time is
already mad rush
Just because it is the season
The perfect gift for me would be
Completions and connections left from last year
World tour,
somethin' that I just don't know
How can you make things better when you
Take our jobs, and send 'um down to Mexico?
And then there was this big shot
From
last time
All I do is laugh now
Cause time don't last
I guess this my pastime
I do it to pass time
Ain't gonna be my last time
Cause time don't last
I
On time, I'm not overly tryin'
But on tracks like this, a bit of soul is required
It's been too long, but I been stokin' the fires
Still comin' with heat
for you like Safari
Your downfall brightens up my day like de Zerbi
I've got me an army but this ain't no purple heart
Cookin up this fire like if
is gonna radiate
And nothing's equivalent
Nothin' can harm me
Why try to bar me
You couldn't come around
To rob with a army
You'll get wrecked by
is gonna radiate
And nothing's equivalent
Nothin' can harm me
Why try to bar me
You couldn't come around
To rob with a army
You'll get wrecked by
last time
But this the last time
Mama I swear this is the last time
So don't take my Chains from me
This is the last time
'Cause I chose this slavery
over
The army's on the range, you think it's kind of strange
Nubians is in the picture, Armageddon's gonna hit ya
Well here I go from the tippy so
another war why do you think
We've had war after war after
War after war? Every war, they say: "This
Is the end this is the last
War" In World War I, they
I got a whole house trap house and a flat
I'm on parole bitch so I need my pistol back
These rap niggas is too soft
I built this from the ground,
gonna shine
I got next it's my time
I got next to get mine
I got next and it don't matter
What they say we gon' make it
This is for my lil homies
That be
from crime, or through the Bible
Whichever way, it better pay, I'm feeling suicidal
This is the bad time, boomerang, bring it all back
Flashback,
of the Looms
Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?
Or just another fruit in this room?
It's crucial, you choose, I'm sure you don't want me
It's doomsday, this is the last stage you're on
Time's up, this is the last day of your life
Time's up, this is the armor, of the Lord
For your
Will there be belief
Will you see your people, From your former lifes
Will you know them this time, Will you win the prize
Will there be an ending,
out of breath
Feel my heart racing straight to it's death
Life goes on minute to minute
Feels like my mental is stretched to its limits
How can I last
Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases
By this time I was an artist so
I just started to see these pictures, these real
to say this out loud
So uh, if you could sort of roll along with this thing here
This is called, "Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie"
Um, when your mind
What space is filled with hate
When will they ever learn
Yeh we gotta do this again son
Yes one more time
Hey yo fake blood
Yo son
Ah yo jamell
over
The army's on the range, you think it's kind of strange
Nubians is in the picture, Armageddon's gonna hit ya
Well here I go from the tippy so
This is the last time we'll say that it's over
Let's make it easy, yeah, this time it won't hurt
'Cause all of our past times, they end in disaster
be the rebel
Started from the bottom man
Life is like a pebble
Think guns and roccbands
Yea we into heavy metal
Last name sour let you know
That ima
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