Lyrics:
snitches
Brodie just ran up a check by himself and he always ready for blicking, nigga I'm starving, I'm itching, look at me carving inventions
I went to war
mi cyaan weak.
Bootle it up so mi never speak.
Dat nuh go work coz a peace wey mi seek
War wid miself so de future look bleak
Back to di top you nuh
already a big win
Perverts and killers
Looking for fresh meat
Open the car door
And always pat the seat
They always pat the seat
Instead of going to war
I
a suttn
And the ribs touching
Hands gripped around
The heat, don't get cold feet
Knew my lane never sold dreams
Thats how a young boy ends
Up laying in
INTRO
Dark work haunted soul tormented thoughts dead boy
Dark world name dat a go by
Shoot head
Make it flat like house ply send me a hell a crispy
E-Swiftulaus, Kurupt Young Gotti Neo Deastro?
Franklin Gostra the Sixth, Sixth
(Let's go, Kurupt)
May I laugh ? to yourself, shells
Before honor and war
If he is watching still
I'd feel ashamed
What would he think of us?
So cold and mean
And cold's not what he was
Nor full of bitter thoughts
week's end
Like a war's begun, he's searching for a Paula Revere
He's deep in the pounding waves, cold fog on his colder skin
He's that crumblin' sound
Lied into countless wars
Lead by the unlawful
The ultra-powerful
Our history burns
As the world is ruled by criminals
Seasons have been passing
weather
Don't need an umbrella
Rain the pain
Hoping for better
Better not forget the sweater
It's cold like December
Shows the wars with the oppressor
It's
a flannel
Another cold run
Alternative camera
Meets a scold tongue
Conspiracy battlers theorised into ocean
Let's begin the motion grab my crow bar
And pry
something to come along ohhh
It's cold outside
Cold in my life
Time passing by
Just wanna die
Ohh ohhhh
Is there something worth livin' for?
The more I
every moment
소릴 지르고있어
우린 마치
다신 안볼 것처럼
삐걱댔지
백일 그날 뒤부터
계속 으르렁 댔지
서로를 노려 보면서
매일이 전쟁 Survive
얼어붙어 Cold War
거세게 몰아쳐 날
죄인인것처럼
사랑한 적 없는듯이
미운 말을 계속 뱉지
끝을
the dark
Never let them see in your heart
Cut through the thread, fight through the web
Never let the Queen in your head
Live by the sword, training for war
AIN'T LIFE GRAND
words and music by David Allen Slater
Copyright 2009 by David Allen Slater
ON A LITTLE PLOT OF LAND
UPON A HILL
THERE SAT A MAN
Calling on me like a young OG
I'm a classic man
Your needs get met by the street elegant old fashioned man
Yeah baby I'm a classic man
I burn through
the mob, Bob Marley Marlin' all through the night
Addicted to wealth, never cold turkey to war
Snatch a tec off the shelf, live forever; that's Insh'Allah
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
the Marlboro, marley marlin' all through the night
Addicted to wealth, never cold turkey to war
Snatch a tec off the shelf, live forever that's insh'allah
Memoirs
Lutsinar, I see the real you
Loot dinar, Icebox, cold hearted minty pudina
Tak curiga, OEM blueprint, tiada curi brah
Rebirth, reverse
We pick up
protect them
From the cold and from the snow
Marching side by side
War-beasts are our guides
Onward to Italia
Step by step we fight
Against the mountains
Sunrise, over the vast, city, of Jerusalem
The holy, the sacred, the city of Christ
Reclaimed by the forces of crusaders might
Martyrs and soldiers
watch them squirm
total fucking war
over and out.
napalm rainbow
in your backyard
static liquid
cold dead hands
a penny on the tip
of heaven
sunshine land
watch them squirm
total fucking war
over and out.
napalm rainbow
in your backyard
static liquid
cold dead hands
a penny on the tip
of heaven
sunshine land
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