Lyrics:
the time
Dance and praise put your hands up people
God'll make you stronger while the devil makes you weaker
So wicked
You know they are wicked
Happy
we all
Just headed for doom?
Still consumed by the beast?
And I know there'll never be peace
That's why I keep my pistol
When I walk the streets
‘Cause
fingers with the show
W's yeah we elevate
Twenty-Three Ballers Never Die
Diamond earrings call 'em Les Twins
They do the woah
Baller dance for the peace
of valor, for the
entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel
that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of four fifty
men lie
write your will
Come down!
Oh no mery...
Say ah:
Booyaka booyaka
When the General ah pass
Booyaka booyaka
M-Beat run the dance
Booyaka booyaka
We nah
we made his ass beat his feet
These niggas supa scared of us, we always had them two two threes
If i get to eat you get to eat it ain't no starving
By
Do your dance, get in your zone
Do your dance, get in your zone
Kids is dying in front of their house
They giving up life, ain't no hope for them
Cried and cried, but what's to do when
A life is lost for the love of the revolution
Now that's what romance is
Rest in peace...
Wild, Wild
Wild, Wild
Burning, a funeral pyre
Burning, into the fire
Burning, a funeral pyre
Abused my broken body is cleansed by righteous flame,
Their God a 'God of Mercy' yet
sublime
Tricks, tricks, tricks
Ain't lookin' for no hills (pow)
The mountains give me the best chill
A slope out here to give me the views (uh)
Out here
the police
My nerves they start erk
Buss first, for they get me
Too much blood spilt in the streets
By niggas minding they business
While he was walking
bequathed by fate
My beauty shalt wilt, unseen
Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to peace or Hell for company"
(To peace or hell for
Though one last wish is bequathed by fate
My beauty shalt wilt, unseen
Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take
My soul to peace or Hell for
him old
Mi gun have him attack dance and rock and roll
War mi a present dem bold, cold
Warlord nuh business everybody dead
Mi try fi hold di peace
shows was safe, we was wicked
Peace to Mell'O, good lookin out, gee
And everyone else when we came to your country
Movin right along and back
now he in the coma trying to make it back
Come on come on
My old lady think she pregnant I ain't got no cash for her
She probably fucking
it's like we keep losin' more rappers (too many)
Rest in peace to Dolph he put on for his trappers
He was independent he wasn't gettin' robbed by them
all-yes-no play no
Workin' all day some play ok
Workin' all day no play no way
Workin' all-shima
LOOKING FOR A PLACE TO DIE
Imagine me-spread peace can't
Mi deadly like Leonidas , Cersie
poison Pon a Hershey's
Klay Thompson Widdi shot yo sumaddy call Sir P
Deadliest thoughts designed with no mercy
as I'm deafened by the carillon. The notes call for me, as I fall to my knees. There's no rest for the wicked when we pass. Peace isn't granted for a soul
my bruddas by
The skin and they color the world need to change
I been feeling your pain them with people their wicked ways
Trust me been praying for
for some closure
I can bring him closer
Spiritual, my spirit do no better
But I told him
"I can't sugarcoat the answer for you
This is how I feel:
If
to sell it off
It's like the solace of death sentences
Lethal injection
Scores evened and settled
No reprieve for the rachet
Only the wicked get sent here
of the angels to war with him
But was no match for Jesus!
My Lord is really quite astounding!
The more you learn about Him
My Lord is really quite amazing!
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