Lyrics:
up in a lion's den
I'll know you by the thunderclap
Pouring like a rain of blood to my emotions
And that is why
I stumble to my knees
And why
casts a darker picture
Of the red handed act he's gonna whisper
Look blood, I'm sorry 'cause I know you got my back
He was running, I couldn't think
to millions
One hundred million dead
Natives in my blood
I'm about to become
The nations number one
But when I think about the past
I thought that I would come
play by my own rules.
I play by my own rules.
I play by my own rules.
Placate with gaslighters.
Fall for that a million times.
Maybe this just how you
love me, yeah
Real poppin' in my hood and that street shit I love, nigga
See me soldier down and I'm good, I wish you motherfuckin' would
I wish you
I'm a simple man
With a simple name
From this soil my people came
In this soil remain
Oh yeah, oh yeah
We made us our shoes
We trod soft
of San Francisco, word from Peking
The trouble was started by a young Errol Flynn
Better in my day, oh Lord
For when we got bored we'd have a World War,
of San Francisco, word from Peking
The trouble was started by a young Errol Flynn
Better in my day, oh Lord
For when we got bored we'd have a World War,
sing my song
Ares is the son of death
I will be idol
I bathe in blood
Malign – my mentor
Torture – my world
I will be idol
I bathe in blood
Malign – my
me traumatized
When I looked at yo mama I seen that pain up in her eyes
Why I lost my niggas why they ain't here by my side
I got murder on my mind I
one my errors
If you wanna look back then just look in the mirror
Spell it out for you, couldn't make it any clearer
Open your eyes you'd be amazed what
If I want it bad then I gotta get it
Homie dont think that im bouta split it
Coming at me like you
Bouta win it
My n**** you late cause now im in it
tissue (nigga)
Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through (ha)
You seen us on the ave, anxious to get you
By my penis is a mag, when I lift, it
want my food!
Oily fingers can hardly
Wait - bodies slumped
Face in plate
Wake up the drunks
The coffers on
The fourteenth course
Has come and gone.
So
Was rescued by the Lord of all
Jesus, my Hero
There He goes, a hero
The savior to the world
Here He stands with scars in His hands
With love
He gave
and they tell-a-vision
We flip through their channels
And then we tune in
Subliminal messages influencing
The young generation I'm here to defend
Your not by
fills the blackness
That has seeped into my chest
I need you in my blood
I am forsaking all the rest
Just to reach you
Just to reach you
Oh
bitch I need a good woman
I could call my spouse and have a couple kids with my last name
Enjoying life cuz it goes by fast mayne
Look around there's
Dishonored, defeated
I’ll fight till the end
Defeated
I’m covered in my shame
I'm branded by mistakes I’ve made
I will not beg
On the blood of our fathers,
I'm only human
Of flesh and blood I'm made
Ooh, human
Born to make mistakes
If five boys in the house say it loud
If five boys in the house check it
the raw shit
The military war hits with gun clips
[Shogun Assasson]
Yo, my battleground's where I lounge
Fightin wars from dusk til dawn
In the trenches
on challenges fall guys
Hit in the head and then hit from the side
Disposed of my art, now dispose of your time
I know I'm gon' make it, you not by side
No home
the car
Run a red light on me motherfucker
I'm a pull the Chevy over and reach in the glove
Speak from the blood
Kin folk, you don't wanna see my pin
suddenly all their mocking stopped
For on the wall there appeared a hand
Nothing else, there was no man
In blood the hand began to write
And Belshazzar
Discuss these in my blood by the jacka Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In