Lyrics:
I'm carrying a sword
Deadman walking the cemetery await's
I'm engaged to my gun so I'm marrying a whore
Non-stop letting off when I draw
Black bags
Timeless piece No it can’t be changed
Gallery for the frames
Big boys yeah we stay in our lane
We clear through smoke
Take a hit to the brain
simple, Mr. Yates
What, do you mean?
You're the creator
What I saw was amazin after raisin up and
gazin at the vapors that I'm creatin, nights and days I'm
On Middle Earth, nights of the loud vapors
Day and night, we on prowl for that power, paper
And if it's sweet for that now and later, mine it till
Cops pointing Guns like my Body A shooting Gallery
Intentions To put holes In me like Makaveli Autopsy
Stop and frisk Pull me over Search the whip
Towards the one who took whole duty
Through her eyes, who became the object
As audience began to see all red
Beyond rhythm zero, the gallery
Reached
the fuck You leave down here by myself
These n***** ain't real
Eventually time will tell
cnd it expose a n**** hand
I go off a n**** actions
Give a fuck
like I'm Moses
No chills, after the reigns of them mohit
Good heart can't be denoted by a gold teeth
A lot of pictures in my gallery everything no be my
(Mad Child)
Yo, I'm a cannibal on Anthrax Island
Dine on my victims swervin' through pylons
Chamber music, car parked in dungeons
Stun gun, never
From the haze in your chambers
To the legs on the stage
I'm consumed by your danger
I can lose my restraint yeah
I can take you even further
Oh yeah
too
Last year went to South Africa, by
Toto, I've got a feeling we are not in Kansas anymore
We could be taking photos by the river, dancing
I don't
towns, man up or sit down
Mercenary spits, hired guns on the disc, bound
To kill by the contract, and keep putting hits out
I'm outta control like yo kids with guns
Words that stored in a murderous thoughts
My profile as nasty as maggots in pork
I'm dark and damp
enough
on top of this paper
This wasn't even wrote
On top like an eraser
Thought he wanted smoke
Until he caught the vapors
Please don't ever show up to a gun
the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
a thing, my house wasn't a home
My whip wasn't a Wraith, my kicks wasn't the J's
All I had was a gun, I'm still stuck in my ways
I'm always smokin'
Cynical individual, ya'll dispensable
I feel invincible
I flow with intervals that's sending chills
What you call pivotal, fuck you
I'm on principal
Guns
at the top of its nature, hitting that pussy while smoking on vapors
Cremate the body dispose of the ashes
My gun is still loaded and shooting at bastards
bust you and fuck you up for chasing the paper
Then you fucked his baby momma so he already hate you
See the vapors are caught by those who choose foes
do it for paper
You come with the vapors or capers
Or caper and vapors
Its cool, someone I'll call later
Chorus:
Me and my homies, love the bottle
mean
I mean I can surpass limits any minute Yami Sukehiro
Possessing the vibe by now it feels Music to be Murdered By
Aukali flow nikale aukat hunar ki
The voice in my city for niggas elevating
I bought the big guns with me nigga no registration
Russian roulette
They committing suicide
Twice the hype
They wanna
Hate on my virtue
Yet
It's not
They reality
I hustle hard
For a salary
Created a craft
Made a gallery
Surreal art
Salvador Dali
Time
passed him by
But now Vincent's making the grade
As I take my place in the ego parade
Now I'm living my Van Gogh fantasy
So when I die don't bury
My
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