Lyrics:
every penny
Stretching every nickel over the same strippers
I gave it to you straight up, right down the center
We don't like rappin' this car is
One must admit that by and large
Upholders of the British Raj
Don't shine in conversation as a breed
Though Indian army officers could read a bit
Suttungr saw this
He changed himself into an eagle
And flew after him!)
Rarara
Who is there?
Odin in Walhal?
What the hell!
On both shoulders he carries
Causing terror to Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
Beware of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair
livin' not misery
Supply you with remedies for all these sick whack MC's
That this is song lurks now, time to go to work
To senegrate the ignorant,
bring you a whole army
[Verse 15 - Chamillionaire - imitating Mike Jones]
Cheah, 281 not 713 (what?), 281 not 713
Candy load, I'm ridin fos
Now broke
means you gotta be pushin' up daisies
Dad's army's all dead, every last one
But the cents are still going on BBC1
Yeah that's right I smoke draw from
Wangdzoe dra-lhai maktsok ki.
By the powerful army of Dra-Lha.
Dorjee ta-dro dhi dung pey.
Performing the vajra dance of Hayagriva.
Sidsum kegu
take a nation of millions to keep this hatred curled
Cause all it takes is one man to change the world
Countries want to build walls and I break 'em down
Halle Halle hallelujah
And the name by which He is know is the Word of God
The Armies of Heaven followed Him riding upon white horses
Clad in white
Like the phoenix
From the fire to the sky
You took the family to new highs
You rise...
With an army of angels right by your side
There is no fate, you
to go all the way
Chorus: Layzie & Krayzie
[All the way]
And we gone make it to the top on this face
From the cradle to the grave
[All the way, all
better drive by me
We the People Army is known to get rowdy
And even if you a friend of the blue
You can get it too, snitchin is never forgettable
This
he's gotta take a side.
There's no middle ground in this Johnson country war.
Well, the neighbors stopped by yesterday, while I was outside choppin'
One must admit that by and large
Upholders of the British Raj
Don't shine in conversation as a breed
Though Indian army officers could read a bit
go back to when Hitler was their main enemy
This not about Jews, pro-Palestine is pro-humanity
Any Israeli feel that way, get a dap from me
It's all
Told a demon he don't want smoke, I got holy on me
By any means imma take the message to the lil bros and the big homies
If my life is in the hand
'em in a battle and we'll showed you boys
That army fatigue we gonna make some noise
And blow that mother fucker from shore to shore
[Chorus:]
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
Take any weapons you can
This evil is somewhat a force to be reckoned with
As gallons of blackening blood escape the walls
Something under
allergic to cash this year
Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-be
Killin' bustas is my motherfuckin job, him or me
Lyrically fatally driven, niggas reported
and not just from me saying it
Censored doctors and prophets intellectuals laying it
Free humanity all your armies all your peeps
We're taking by force
the devil's bounty
And it's getting bigger and bigger
I digress from the tale
I digress you see
For if you haven't learned by now
The devil is me
For I'm
this, is that Fiend was born from this
Scarred from this, so all the armies now go hide
Cause the crime design, stay from nine to five
Enemies retire,
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