Lyrics:
the moon walk
Bitch I'm smooth on the track
Sittin back and relax in the chair like I'm spitting all the fire bar raps
My shorty hit it from the back perhaps
By the school gates
But now he dumps her dead in a suitcase
Buries her in the garden with no
Mark on the youth's grave
They call police, say she just
we only have love
We can melt all the guns
And then give the new world
To our daughters and sons
If we only have love
With our arms opened wide
Then
at morning roll call
Never claimed by wife or son
Buried at the prison cemetery
Next to 26951
Now the prison burned and was torn away
A single corner stands
you become a target
So prepare to be bombarded by my rage until your bodies all in pain and you can feel the hate that's buried deep within my brain
powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole
on during the day
All in yo addy huh, stay there
Then you ain't bout none you said under them captions son
Y'all just tryna pull upon my leg to see me mad
Shall Pay!!!
I Kill You All...
Die, By The Blood Of The Gods
By The Blood On My Sword...
You Sleep In Hell
Die, Die, Die!
fuck wit me, but she ain't fuckin me
It's like I'm a sissy by making everyone run from me
And I sit and watch them leave
'Cause I wanna see y'all
as thirsty
In death as he was when alive.”
Now he's buried out in the back yard
His stone's got a cross on the top
But by moonlight it looks
Like a bottle o'
surmised
But when it speaks the voice is easy like your daughter's singing sounds so sweetly
Somehow rolling off his ugly lips
"Son of summer, soothe your
I'd sell my only daughter
To rid myself of all this birdie shit.
Birds that don't care they'll poop anywhere
They'll poop in your hair even on Linda
your privilege
We are the sons and the daughters
Of centuries of history that you buried
Under heavy mountains of greed
These aren't riots, the greater
We spawned from muddy water
Floods that took sons and daughters
Coal mines broke and toxified the streams
Asbestos suffocates students dreams
99 left
block the corridors
Pullin' off my belt 'cause a whipping's in order
Like a three-piece fish before I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit
the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
and cockroaches get chewed
My knife cuts your cranium open to get to your brain for food (Tasty!)
You get buried in dry mud when you suffocate in the high flood
the grave
I know that you needed me to stay
But I couldn't beat the demons in my brain
I wish that I could ease all of your pain
But now here I am speaking
upon the wind
Glory to One
God’s murdered son
Who paid for my resurrection
Once from the dust, once from the grave
Daughters and sons from
Chopping chopping that's a wrap
Dropping bombs like it's Iraq
On the track, I'll be driving by when all your tires flat
This has started as a metaphor
run
Put the pedal to the floor, got a shovel and a saw
We can hack 'em into pieces burn 'em up buried in feces
Black suit like John Wick, she got
not the end of the world"
"And there and then and bathed by the rising sun
My son in his grave, in his rude-dug grave I deposited
Ending my vigil
the station
What should we do with a thousand drunken sailors?
"kill 'em all, locate their family address, release a mailer"
(dear sir or madam, your son
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