Lyrics:
concerned with them
Nigga, I pop more guns than you holdin' them
Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten in broad daylight, get
Jesse James in his grave
It was on a Saturday night
The stars were shining bright
When they robbed that Union train
And it was one
start to shoot
So many rounds is wizzin by me I don't see how I ain't dead
Smooth? stepped in the way with a AK and shot the cop in his head
[Chorus]
on daily
I can't sleep when the sun go down
They been trying us lately
I can't help but think that it's
Going down
They wanna see us dead and gone
But I'm
Through South Memphis Yards on a fly rain been a fallin' and the water was high
Everybody knew by the engine's moan that the man at the throttle was Casey
Through South Memphis Yards on a fly rain been a fallin' and the water was high
Everybody knew by the engine's moan that the man at the throttle was Casey
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice
Blood in my love in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of phantastic L.A.
Blood screams her brain
on it
My niggas is wanted
I'm in the whip dead tight
That's word to me
I gotta move fast
Make it to where Tanya be
My phone ring it's A speaking urgently
throttle
So disconnected
I feel so outta place
Im gone
Disconnected
This headache is getting worse by the second
Deflecting these negative thoughts
I'm
a coal man all my life
Layin' down track in the hole,
Got a back like an ironwood bent by the wind
Blood veins blue as the coal.
Somebody said
shed
By these men's wives and mothers
Well, they were drying up
Under the pale sun of September
For all we knew then, progress would go on forever
We
Lay down
lay down by my side
for a calm touch of love
a kiss
the union of two
for a moment in time
complete
The sun and the moon
roar on a chant
In an abyss of uncreation, after Edom has fallen.
She was the One Thing alive, yet so dead by our standards.
So dead...
In an abyss of recreation,
ask
[Hook]
Fell asleep on the plane and so did he, woke up chilling in N.Y.C
Called up my posse when I got there, hit the Latin Quarter and Union
South Memphis Yards on
A fly rain been
A fallin' and the water was high
Everybody knew by the engine's moan that the
Man at the throttle was Casey Jones
a simple joke
Unguarded by our union the demons bred
They multiplied their way in him, we felt him fight their every whim
For him they'd lust, they'd have
wait, who are you?
I'm the voice in your head and who am I?
You're the only person left not dead
And what do you mean by "dead?"
I MEAN "DEAD" "Dead
Wanna fuck? that shit dead, take it to the morgue
She a glass cleaner eater she be getting boards
I'm the captain of this ship gone and hop aboard
I'm
by rules
Nothing new
As I journey beneath the sun
Everywhere I go
Enemy number one
Armed and dangerous
Even without a gun
What you do to someone
Not
for Toronto
Move like a mob so I think I'm Soprano
Pay me the fee cause I need the shit pronto
Bread by the hour
I call that shit time flow
Look at my
of
his God. Lately though, he had been visited by many
temptations in his dreams. Promises of pleasure,
riches and power raced through his sleeping mind.
nigga like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on your pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga with some stupid swag
Dead faces keep my money in the body bag
strobes
I wanna party like it's the apocalypse
Ecstatic union in the meeting of our lips
I drink your poison heat of the moment
Eternity where the sun
the right time
My vision perfect when it's in the hindsight
Opposites but we're like minds
Full throttle through the stop signs
Side stepping through
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