Lyrics:
impeded in your head! You're dead on contact
The headline in the post the next day reads, "Man killed by best friend"
People cut the article out and they
to be a slave
I write this music so I can use it
At my funeral - Okay
So no one's confused or lied to by these murderers who will take my life one day
get into the limelight
You forgot who made the sun
In the presence of the Lord, I'm glowing like my makeup's done
Hot for the Holy Ghost
I got God for
why you cry
It's cuz they about to die
Some be dancing hip
Some be dancing cultural
Turning up for turning down
You don't even know it's your funeral
Walking like I got no fear
Vision blurry now it clear
Demons in the war get up out my way
Walk by faith so you know I got no fear
Walking like I got
This ain't nothing new
Just a job
Even if we c r e w
My k I d s in school
Cuz of you
And they will be there for you
At your damn funeral
(Gum shot)
saving your souls by taking your money
Flies around shit, bees around honey
Holy smoke holy smoke, plenty bad preachers for the devil to stoke
Feed
don't do the funerals
If they're by my side all intentions are mutual
Put a lotta work in I don't do the cubicles
Coulda made it already we just took
the district leavin' no flaws
Marble floors, bartender whores (Yeah)
Premeditated wars have you up north (Yeah)
I'm teflon cut, niggas velvet soft
Friends
hypocrisy, your everlasting false belief
Holy ground, a holy grave
Divine fate by divine grace
deathly pallor
Funeral cortege
Mass extermination
The scorching
to the funeral
For her, I lit many candles
She was beautiful, I knew her
And Pauline made lots of money
Turned her soul into gold
Said, "Time's a funny
about where the sheep goin'
All I know is war, I don't stop
I keep goin'
Our shooters past at his funeral
(Man, what he do?) shit
I just made a vow
go too far, Lord, reel me back in
Help me to forgive when my enemies grin
Because I don't want to sin by taking out them chins
Can I be a holy man? Yes
passing notes
Not unusual, he might say
But where are the flowers for my baby
I'd even like to see her mean old mama
And why ain't there a funeral, if
liberating?
Or friends sitting at a table; laughing and celebrating
Or relatives at a funeral, shedding tears, devastated?
Even the most mundane activities
saving your souls by taking your money
Flies around shit, bees around honey
Holy smoke holy smoke, plenty bad preachers for the devil to stoke
Feed
Pull back the curtain
Is pain our purpose
Can I be saved by
c Sunday service
If I die, at least I'll be in hell with my friends.
2x
Holy water is
love for ya, now it's all gone, it's all wrong
You want war, I'ma give you war
I'm in too deep
You want peace, I'ma give you peace
Raised in
Over the mountains the first lights of dawn
the rocks around are covered by snow
Iras Algor: "Come here my friends, enjoy this last view
Pistols pop
Feelings drop
They'll never let you take and go
One for one
It's never done
Back to back on funerals
Once you think it changed
You'll
of the pompous and proud
And the ears of the treasonous troubled by doubt
Thirty pieces of silver was a high enough offer
For men seeking truth to condemn truth's
If war is holy and sex is obscene
We've got it twisted in this lucid dream
Baptized in boundaries, schooled in sin
Divided by difference,
If war is holy and sex is obscene
We've got it twisted in this lucid dream
Baptized in boundaries, schooled in sin
Divided by difference,
There's gonna be a funeral for nuclear weapons
And i'm going to be there
There's gonna be a funeral for nuclear weapons
And i hope you come too
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