Lyrics:
on the land of the wicked
Genocide to the sick and twisted
By sunrise they be all missin'
Debts paid in blood, now hell's they prison
Body bags, oh body bag
the stars disappear
Body still at home but I’m far away from here
Minutes turn to hours, body turn to dust
Try to cherish the days but the days are burning up
to dust
Lights out!
What we´ ve been is what we are
What we leave is all that matters
Drop two coins over my eyes
keep the memory by your side
Me,
state
Like we'll ever get to be
In Space
So mysterious illustrious and vast
The place where stars turn to super nova blasts
Comets fly passed
Start dust
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
What’s happening y’all? It’s
Terrace Martin, ay, so check it out
I got three microphones, three of the
Dopest emcees, a drum machine
Two turntables
Get in the car
Get in the car
Get in the car and what you hear is a sound of impact
Turn around slowly and check your body for bruises
There is
3 Victims
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
Chorus
3 Victims (3 Victims) 3 Victims (3 Victims) 3 Victims
woshwe me a me se obi a manikum
Mei kata moso s3 mununkum
Your body your soul me killi mo sunsum
Multiple fire blaze y3 gya no ndum
TechCity Connect
We
Body?
What you gon' do for that Big Body?
[Verse 1]
I just wanna live XL, XXL front cover
3XL CL, Benz Eggshell
And stay 100 percent real down to my
just like mothers do
From under your shoes I still carried you
Soon my body will burn into ashes and dust
And rain will turn all that glitter to rust
the car, fresh like a dead body
3-0 In my 4-0, fuck 54 'cause bitch I'm 6-0
Hit from the back, bitch, let my dick go
Like fuck that, watch the piss ho
We
said, "what we doin'?," I said to I'm, let's chop
So now the people finally get three of the best locked
Never be another choppers comin' so let's rock,
But Jermaine said that you gotta times that by three
By three by
Gotta times that by three
I knew that lil' shawty was a freak
As soon as I get that bag
know I come well equipped
Got a power pack don't front
Come get high with us
Watch man turn to dust, while we level up!
The epitome of this whole world
hey, everybody grab ya weapon, its the art of war
It don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rott
Not to mention when we venture through
rapper's body found, washed up on Coney Island
When I rolled up this niggas heart slowed up, that killa froze up
When I pulled up jumped out with
going to kill you
Slowly I turn, step by step, through the back window I crept
Silent as a mouse on the set while everybody in the house slept
I
for we are worthless peasantry
Our bodies left to perish we turn to dust and float away in the wind
This lucid dream we call life is but an excuse
rapper's body found, washed up on Coney Island
When I rolled up this niggas heart slowed up, that killa froze up
When I pulled up jumped out with
the river Yuba
But nothing can turn the dust that runs
In my guts back into mud cause
There is a drought
in the middle of the vessel
that I have learned
it
Swirling the cup, watch the storm start to brew
Three tablets standard, now I'm empty handed
It's normal for me to be a handful for you
Body is
comes around trust bruh
I’ve seen snakes in the grass
Boy we finna catch your ass
And turn you into dust
(INTO DUST)
Why you acting like blood
When you
never trust because they're out to get my soul
They know only lust turning bodies to dust
Bearing arms is a must because in no one I trust
My music is
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