Lyrics:
murder in the lot
My nigga got popped with a bullet that was meant for me
The adapt by T's and be 's and the regencies
Fuck what the reason be, I'ma
I'm a certified stunner
Surrounded by murderers
TEC-9 runners and pistol
Packing homicide gunners
Coka Nostradamus, holy rollers
Exploding martyrs
We
of my mouth (Buh)
Shots at you like a sawed-off
Aiming for your grill like I'm Paul Wall
Then peal 'til I not y'all
My cerebral cortex is like a war vet
Matt for Stevie to hell with this
It's like too many funerals and not enough weddings
I look around and then I wonder where my friends went
I swear these
with bullet holes
Holy Spirit take me home, give me peace
This shit ain't for me no more, six feet deep for a decompose
Help me, I ain't felt at ease in
passin by
Open the door for these rappers, I’m a classy guy
Polished windows to my soul, keep glassy eyes
Way more intrigued
While my people in a rut stay
just ain't never really seen stars close up
The furnace gets hotter the war is getting closer
War for your soul so try and be a soldier, in the army
to fight under the Syrian sun World Jihad holy war your only friend's your gun. Murder rape decapitations for an imaginary god. You're nothing but cannot
Kafka-esque, his holy nest, stop the press
That Cobalt blue, reminiscent of Makkaresh
Lord, we got Padma Lakshmi for you
Let her massage your back with black
a friend like me
I'm down for you, so ride with me
My enemies your enemies
'Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
Nobody knows where we'll be
My
Drill sergeant, I got a word for you
I'm not going to war (I'm not going to war)
I'ma cash in beautiful books
I'm gonna get the Barnes
throw lives in strife
We grasp in vain, our lives to sustain
False pride soars, with internal wars
As man we fail, but our faith prevails
Come Holy
Holy smokes think I go
The Holy Ghost up in my body
I'm about to get it cracking
Watch me while I make some magic happen
people finna call me crazy
intoxicated for me to take the high road
Since the Whiskey came, I done lost my way
Lost myself in a drink
I got wasted 'cause I didn't wanna deal with myself
Time to set it
Tech 9 dreams, and mack (a lever) wishes
in for red is beaming on the target makin'sure there is no missing
Your funeral you know who's
His Holy Name
Worthy are
The souls He saves
Behold, I am coming soon
Bringing my recompense
To repay everyone for what he has done
I am the Alpha
I can't rest in war
Will you be my friend?
Dark ages never change
Well, I can't comprehend
Kiss me, we self destruct
Can you hear me, Lord?
a holy terror.
Temptations lurking every where.
If your mind's in the gutter, Beware!
You'll find me there.
Me and a friend were talking after
I saw Colten on the court steps
One thousand people strong
My fingers got some frostbite
From being raised in a fist for so long
I saw her down by
the Spirit as
The Savior of man
Would enter Jerusalem
As king on a donkey
Rejected by the Jews an
Betrayed by a friend
Thirty silver pieces
Silent before
the Holy Spirit's your healer
She's living supernatural
Her friends say she's so radical, aye
She's set free from the serpent's bite
And now she's focused
child’s damned conception
We see rejection
In the crowd of smiles
Our typewriters host the wakes and our
Funerals are seen for miles
The living
Take us by
your model
OV!
Psalms 100 n forty four
He prepared my hands for War
Swing this double edge nuttin like Thor
Get down 2 or more
U ever been E R
Back
passport
Hello Jessica
What of Jennifer
Na the banny you dey carry when call I you for dinner
Hello Jennifer, tell your friend Jessica
Stop sharing pussy
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