Lyrics:
I'm going off like "kill me" I'm still goin' in
God, by all means possible
Give me the faith to live and die for the gospel
Tell 'em bring their guns
Drew P's awesome, don't you forget
No don't be scared, he's not a threat
I hope you don't forget about him yet
His legacy lives on, in the form of a set
lives
Automated
Before us
Be an ocean
No emotion
No decisions
No thinking
No confusion
All illusion
We are fusing
With circuits
The Motherboard
We will
I wake up alone
In this cold empty home
wish we were together
And I must be blind
Cos I cannot find
A song that lives forever
The person I've been
fighting demons
R.I.P la shaun shaun
Cause i be having dream
R.I.P la rick rick he was only 16
I lost sum niggas to the streets
Cause all these clown ass
fucking want to
So I know where Puna got its features
Live next to Kaimu but raised in Hawaiian beaches
Killah, kalapana, p-town, Nanawale to HPP
Ainaloa
[Chorus]
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
A nigga shoot at me,
art of rap is a trap once you in it ain't no getting out/
I just wanna be heard while spark this loud/
Shabalume beast outa Taung in Konkrete jungle ka
I was born to be a soldier!
[Chorus: x4]
[Fiend]
Bringin bags and weed
Lil Fiend live by the soldiers creed
Of broken no seed in the botton
a lighter sentence or they switch
The ghetto is a bitch, niggas live to get rich
Then they slam my fuckin dreams like be -ball
Killin chickens
live long
Blind bitch can see P superfly
Deaf motherfuckers say P got super rhymes
I am not human, I am a mutant
I still bleed blood tough, I am
tears will fall
Not mine, na we won't fall
All alone till I'm a corpse
Smoking on a 3.5, tryna get my P's right
Quay out north, straight from b side
the coldest nights
I ain't leaving my gun this my only life
Gotta live like I know it's mine
Who gon' be there by my side
I can only speak for my nine
Maybe
Chorus:
Thinkin' bout leavin' dat 9 to 5
So I can be aliiiiive
Wait, let me hit my spliiiiff
So fed up with this shhhhhhhhhh!!!!!
Verse 1:
on beef and live real drama
Don't let the coupes twist you, we lettin' o's off
We out in this...P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up
(P and Game
Beat, rhyme, flow
Pitch, note, chords, rap, sing, shout tap, singing dat jazz
Kick, hat, roll
Ticks, beat, bars, mic spits beat box
Hip hop
the mic cord, and several thousand people just bored
Being dope live is like being insured for life
You always get called back twice, you are
H, I, P
the mic cord, and several thousand people just bored
Being dope live is like being insured for life
You always get called back twice, you are
H, I, P
the Liquid and all wack tennents gettin' evicted by the land lord
The vocal chords cuttin' like a sword
Yo I make you wake up, listen, pay attention, then show
the trouble of this world
Trouble of this world, trouble of this world
Soon I will be gone with the trouble of this world
Going home to live
Going home
patiently wait for what you want
To relight inside of every discorded chord
We find
What we
Are
Terror in our eyes
As we
Open up our lives
For what we
, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah!
[Jamal-Ski] {best guess}
Jump up and be upon the mic and stick em
Come follow me the man me work for the mic
They
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing
The mic chord is an extension of my intestine
Delicate MC's sliced in my delicatessan
My mind state is that of the S-P
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