Lyrics:
pumpkin spice Roswell
Pumpkin spice is hot as hell, even as thermometers drop
It's like a scarecrow - you know what belongs at the top
A pumpkin
Get
ratchet
A Boujie ass bitch hell nah can't imagine
Drop the hoe quick lil shawty get on
What the fuck is you on
Lil bitch you a bad habit
Give a fuck about
leads to fallacies
Terrorist living fantasies blinded by the reality
Causing war brings calamities, families feel the agony
Praying for peace
Baptised us and turned us into Christians
And then they put us on the
Market blocks for gold and silver
Where is our sovereignty?
There is no reparation
We
Magnificent
Antithesis
You and I
Brick by brick
Foundation built
My diction is
Another level
Picture this
Me along the whitest sands
I'm Titus and
I
surrenderling
Never had it be never, dance apology never
The definite order of events is the unmaking paul bearer
Lamp shade, tom war, one hell peep show
Keeps
We'll say that we're sorry for keeping you waiting so long
[ VERSE 1: Greg Nice ]
Now countries at war, little kids cry rape
Some are lyin, dyin,
Sure I came out here to make my name
Wanted my pool my dose of fame
Wanted my parking space at Warners
But after a year
Of one room hell
Sure I came out here to make my name
Wanted my pool my dose of fame
Wanted my parking space at Warners
But after a year
Of one room hell
heart's way to die for the game
Deep inside slowly fading away
And the last breath's in vain and the fear turns to rage
Locked in the world by
their decomposition
Soldiers carry on my mission
Force them to war by my vision
Mercenary souls imprisoned
Consuming the helpless victims
Misery feeds
Ready and waiting for war.
The ace on the sideline.
And when the mist rolls through,
This crystal ball that I see into..
I know.
You spread that blood
the wars
He wondered why they didn’t just rip them off and use them as spears to throw at each other
Then he’d watch the old man as he shaved and got ready
followed by the sleepless eye of the eagle
He holds in his talons the eternal snake
Surveying proudly the parade of his army
Above the maps of Europe
[based on John Milton's PARADISE LOST - 1667]
They rise from this fiery region,
On dragon-like wings, by thousands they've come to war.
And dark are
- so raw
You better back off
My mind is not my own take heed then
All evil's been unleashed within us all - so war!
You better back off
All in all
the Earth is mine,
That's when by my hand you will die
And every night I fight a war that's lost
Aware that even if I'm killed I'll live in your minds
and bounce and keep bouncin'
(GG'z, Hell Razah, all the world
We gon' hold it strong, holdin' ya head
Listenin' to ya shit, now listen to our shit)
ways invadin' my roots
Now it's time for brothers to tighten they boots
Sit back, look just for a minute and cry
Now I know what Biggie meant by being
behind my back have plans to snuff me
To die is gain and life is Christ 'cause that's the way His love be
Surrounded by these money-hungry dummies
well we understand
What causes all our grief and care
It is the wars by sea and land
Alas, alas who can forbear
In these hard times to sigh
the fold out covers
And the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own records
By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my pride, no
the spear of destiny Born in blackness, fueled by rage to rise upon the world From the fires, from below a new Messiah is born
His Second Coming down
Here's the story of seducing
Guess who is the one that is leading
He hears everything, they told you once
Where was he when the war-machines roared?
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