Lyrics:
camera hired up in on this nightmare
Nah I wish it was a nightmare
Then a least I'd be asleep in my bed
My eyes bright red, feel like death by bed
appeal to the brothers with flow finesse
'Cause it's the hundred watt blood shot game of death
'Cause we're protected by the covenants of words and beats
appeal to the brothers with flow finesse
'Cause it's the hundred watt blood shot game of death
'Cause we're protected by the covenants of words and beats
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
really no secret I’d die for my cause
Humanity gripped by disease: in 2020 with death on the rise
Nothing but Kegare in our world leaders, I swear that
fades
I creep in a Mustang, bust my heat in the rain
Till they get a rust stain
why'all niggaz heard of me, probably want to murder me
I'll pull up
Forget my pride shit I even quit my job
For the one that I love to work music
Recognised by my art that I spill in my game
Pour my heart on the track
And it about the money, never make it about the pigment
It’s my house, my wife, and soon to be my children
Life or death, do or die,
I’m the man walkin out
burn niggas with the heat like Volcano lava
Put it on me, like a uniform
Flyer than a unicorn, can't stop, won't stop
Chale I be moving on
Till I catch
of lumber
No phone number for weeks
Inadequate water and heat
In government funded projects
Surrounded by bumpy
Streets
In heat that seeps
Beneath your skin
In the booth this mornin'
Ain't tired, no yawnin'
Bullets fly, like birds, cold world, iceberg
And I'm jus tryna heat up every track with a verse
and some followers
Leading by example take the heat from kitchen
You might smell what I'm cooking but you ain't on a money mission
On a
Money mission
Money
vibe by the ever evening
I know he know
I know he know
If you feel like you dyin
You call that death to ego
I stabbed her with my sword &
All she said
trynna preach
Don't give a fuck about what you Heard be death don't even speak
I just keep stacking day by day and
Then it turn into weeks
Something like
The machine screams as it gets into motion
Steel on steel generate a painful roar
The furnace heat slowly starts to burn my skin
Just another day,
Look
Love to see it im a visual Scholar
Been in love man The feeling is Bright
And she always with me no Problems
She going be in my dreams by
just appeared to me
Among the clouds at night In the soft magical mist
I know with your love I fear the death no more
I know your heat gives me
In the eyes of the best
Cause my rhymes yeah they feast
On your fears and your tears
On the crying and heat
Of the dying and weak
Better buy in
ain't nobody around
This is where it all goes down
I'm kind of happy now
Hear me out, we got to face the sound
Feel the ground
Heat is coming through
a bird is probably
Tighter than a virgin god emcee
Mightier than a merchant squad marine
Engage in battle logically
Flaming arrows tossing heat
Blaze
position in the beginning your life
Not every man want to stand by his kids and his wife
Too many lost kids in the night
Hand on heat, grippin' it tight
Any
muthafuckin' house, in the cut, goin' for the green
Protected by the tec, nuts,
guts, and heart in the city where it's all death
In the hood where niggas can't
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