Lyrics:
Of principals bound
By the people
For the sake of our nation
And like that which has come before
They must be held accountable
And taken to the place
Where life
A-ha, Afro, Rasfimillia, yo Into paradise we guide and protect
With words, power, and a sound we are giving a warning
This is the calling, Babylon's
playin' games
That's the advice I suggest
Chorus 2X:
I walk like I'm at war
Talk like I'm at war
Don't sleep like it ain't war
You speek like it ain't war
to war, okay?
For real, y'all
Takin' you on another one, son
Uh, Julio Iglesias
Makin' cream like that nigga
Yo, first of all, son, peep the arson
know
You're screaming in your head
When you don't make a sound
I'll spend all my days
Trying to find a way
To fight the war you're waging inside
Hope it
Stand up inna warzone at one
Everybody dead by two
Dubplate buss up inna soundboy head
Yeah, and we no play no gyal tune
Riddim get fling like
After the war I went back to New York
A-After the war I went back to New York
I finished up my studies and I practiced law
I practiced law, Burr
hit the ground
So hard it sounds like the
Dead know morse code
My human connection on
Airplane mode
Laying awake in
My wake while
I wait for a place
too short
The wheel has carried my far
Around this world 100 times
By bus, truck, train, bike , or car (???)
And just like the rest I roll on to my
talk my shit until they knock on my door at three in the morn
Gun to the window like Malcolm if they want war
If they want war I got plenty in store
Pen
Such nostalgia and power, such prowess, look how you cower
Jump out on you now like I was a Jawa from fuckin' Star Wars
Jabba the Hut, biddy-bye-bye,
And I'm from Pittsburgh where the green
And the eatin' is good
Where the fiends do everything in the hood
Everyday is like a war so my soldiers ride
Congo, congo
She twerk it to the congo
Congos, them guns sound like congos
My jits do this for fun, ho
And they love lettin' guns blow
Huh,
Babylon
Fuck this world, that's why we carry on
By the Email Fidel, tell him meet me on the D.L.
No longer a free world, think of shank or Verra'
This
other than da "are" and without further a due like Freddy get ready it's .....
Whatever happen Lord, don't pass me by
'Cause whenever I did wrong it
smooth again
She just let me fuck, now that pussy loose again
Huh, I ain't showin' up for free, man, you gotta pay
Do I sound like YN Jay?
Long arms in
decision
Paralyzed with doubt
They'll try to set you right by pushing you around
As you get victimized you barley make a sound
'cause the virus is designed
blind your vision
Taking every word and twisting
Every move's are wrong decision
Paralyzed with doubt
They'll try to set you right by pushing you around
So sound the alarm now the wars on,
I’m the warrior the one man,
I’mma run up on you with my red war paint on,
I got a jaw for a sword get the game
disgustin', I blow percussions
No adjustin', spin a round at your head like a throw from Ruffin
No corruption, it's a war on the block when the soldiers
just the sounds of pain
It's all just psychotic devotion
Manipulated with no discretion
Relentless War
Killing's in style
And it's not the main
cloud, but that's just some of God's love
Painting up like the clouds, and I'm trying to speak that sound up
Getting these beats back, that's enough
on analog sounds pounds of rocket tars
Microchips incredible antibiotic medicine better than Octo
Although created by the master genius
You seen
want to back track
Want to take it to the max
Want to make an impact by making real rap
Try to spit words worthy of my god
Mumble rappers sound like they
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