Lyrics:
on the light cause I Fuck with the dark n
I'll empty my clip till my hollows hit mark n I shoot out your heart
My demons gon bark for yo life
Quick 50 bands
Ready for succeed
That's my time, that's the destiny
I stand for me, stand by me
Fighting, for my own glory
Pain, the joy, the best
Iv get, through, all
now a slaughterhouse, tombstones spattered red
To mark the place the living were vanquished by the dead
Re-animated cannibals
Rise again to eat their
the breath of life
I tried, to just accept he's my savior
But jealousy forced me into sacrilegious behavior
Enraged like I was no threat I hated God's
Mark what I say somebodys got to pay
My clique walk around sick like Doc Holiday
Hook (x2)
Niggas got a lot of games
Verse 2:
A-yo
muthafuckaas like the 9mm man
Plow! You bitch-ass nigga, you better walk
Only with my muthafuckin burner will I talk
See, I'm from the Marks, and that makes
Perfect storm?
Cause once you're mine once you're mine
There's no going back
Mark my words
This love will make you levitate like a bird
Like a bird without
your arms, chewed up by animals
(Verse 8: PMD)
On your mark, get set, ready to go
Green light, checkered flag, time to get that dough
And ayo, in
taking about a man who never lived a lavish life
Caught up in the age of computer chips and satellites
A lovely lady boards looking tired and half awake
forgery,
His three Rothko's had just been singled out
In an article in "Artforum" entitled
"The three most insignificant paintings of Mark Rothko"
His fist and pulled light out of darkness
Mark this day and walk this way
You want eternal life (well) then you ain't got no cost to pay (why?)
Oh, my word it's who?
It's mree, mree
Yeah, yeah
Everybody knows what me and D do to verses
Walk in the stu', any beat, any speed
Just gimme
slapped as collateral
Only deceit and crime will fall in your
Lap glorifying what we calling a
Trap sculpted by grief and iniquity
I'm more than preachy
it's still a beautiful world he Lord has made for you and me, decorated by beautiful flowers, mountains and streams with wild life free to wander
The earth and the sea
Immortal Technique
I live life strangling death
I walk through the land where
The fallen angel is kept
But I will never bow down
my palm
Won't you take a walk with me through the Compton Vietnam
And let me show ya, fools much bolder
A busta is a punk compared to a fuckin
Three thousand miles away, in an old laundromat
Facing a red brick wall, weathered and baked by the sun
Air stream from the drum, strange peace
What can make a man
Finally find his place and understand
Nearly every other circumstance
Is a castle in the sand taken by the sea
I've been
that
I often walk behind her
On purpose
As she grabs
A pound of hamburger
A bag of sugar
A loaf of bread
A box of cereal
Aisle after aisle
My heart
he worked the land
By the sweat of his brow, the callus of the his hand
Couldn't do it by himself naw his kids had to help
All nine, all day, all
The time had come for you to wish me well, but it's all the same to me
You made a choice with fear in mind, fueled by memories
You chose to walk this
Sever all ties
Come back to the fold
Under the rolling skies
And forests of gold
Let us sit by the fire
As the flames take hold
In silence, silence
Mark
[PSC]
I know where the music came from, I ain't a lame dumb dumb
Origin is respected but still we choose to come original
Down from my walk to my
you is like a walk into the dark
My life feels like a statement ending with a question mark
Cus' I had my head upon your shoulders
My heart was on my
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