Lyrics:
the infidels in your way
By your hammer let none be saved
Live to die on that final day
Gods, monsters and men
Will die together in the end
God of thunder, god
with my engine and that hammer sound
If you ever throw some dirt on me I'll put you in the ground and if I miss
Don't worry bout it nigga ill be back
soda (bakin' soda)
Arm & Hammer (yeah)
Mr. Arm & Hammer (yeah)
Mr. Arm & Hammer (yeah)
Mr. Arm & Hammer, back at it (yeah)
East Atlanta, Zone 6, you
Imma fuckin stomp it get your step up
Arm and hammer put that work in for the better
Keep my foot up on the gas and I wont let up
Imma crush it call
presence broke through, a beacon of grace
You lifted me up, in your warm embrace
You bring me back to life oh-oh
When I'm drowning in the dark, you're my
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
that's alright, I'ma slam her
Catch that bitch by herself, and beat her the fuck up with a hammer
Throw your daughter in the air, hope that bitch break
(I don' got in trouble again)
What the fuck
I tried man
I'm back
(I fucking tried)
(I don' got in trouble again)
Yea (I don' got in trouble
(I don' got in trouble again)
What the fuck
I tried man
I'm back
(I fucking tried)
(I don' got in trouble again)
Yea (I don' got in trouble
I dedicate this to my world doug strugglers
I hope metafy you with peace and all hustling
I'm busting, for y'all niggas
Cause your my niggas
I push up with sticks, watch my arms when I pull up
Mob shit, we breakin', your legs ain't no good luck
Ballin' like Bugs Daffy, pass me the good
sockets
Yeahhhhh?
[Chorus ]
[Kool Keith]
Like Mobile, settin up shop in Alabama
For proper grammar, my style Arm & Hammer
ain't got shit to love
I cripple thugs, just because
You not Jada but you could, kiss the slugs
Until your place hit up
Rap niggas in the studio,
the slanguage
I ain't even drop no album yet
Off mixtapes, that's how I've been maintaining
If you a bitch nigga, sorry
In backs there is bodies
Have your
back
Bring the marty to your face wit' no place to run back
I'm from the slums that created the bass that thump back
This ain't a game clown, play ya
to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm and hammer
In the kitchen with the pots yeah work the glass
Hard on 'em pimp yeah I work the task
And when they
I work harder than whoever they paying a arm and leg
Got the hammer in my hand; embarrassing every lame
Pull up anywhere I want with the plane
No
trained by the minute
Covered in drip can't get it out the store
Done came a long way from old navy clothes
Don't fuck with my niggas they going wipe your
of the line
Liar hoe saying you mah Cousin
Like my momma and your momma sister's or something
Oh yeah we down, go ahead let'em in
Blah! Knuckle hammers
of the line
Liar hoe saying you mah Cousin
Like my momma and your momma sister's or something
Oh yeah we down, go ahead let'em in
Blah! Knuckle hammers
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang
Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann's when I swirled
oh oh oh oh when I lie down in your arms
I feel like moving back
Sometimes it's hard to dream
The life I chose is passed
It's moving without me
Who
I tried to tell you that back, on the biggest hustle track
It's OK to sell crack, if the cops got your back
And they certainly will, if they're
the poor in disorder
Sorted by class
Shore to a Shore
Shine in the sea
But not sure to attract
Get your Head Shot-Lights On
Teleprompt that
Dead waves-Mic's
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