Lyrics:
decreasing by ten
As we entered a town about halfway there
It was almost raining at the train station
We put our hoods on our heads at the train station
We
& flutter with swords and box-cutters
Since we kick more ass then all others
Our videos should be produced by Shaw Brothers
I'm the mic snatcher but do not
Knives vs Guns
A gun plays out death
like a video game
Throws murder from a coward's hand
To the man with no name
No effort no thought
No need
your man what I said, fucking with Dreads
In the 500 I'm blunted, most wanted by Feds
Lock me up, your little ass copied up
Had the whole East Side
based on a person's race
Little school kids stripped of their vertebrae's
Fake rumors start to circulate
They beat his ass on camera, cause they heard
Keep that bottle out my face I need a light
Cup of codeine wit a little bit of Sprite
I'm just tryna vibe
I just do what's feelin right
I catch em muggin
or surf the net
Record firms, they're making losses
But they still spend it like they're making it
It's fifty grand to make a fucking video
And Sardy
outlined in chalk
They went from forties to the champagne court
Videos and true lies makin' all the birds squalk
Little girls butt naked so the president's
I didn't mean to kill him
Listen to me, wait!
I was talkin' to a fine ass date
Fat titi's lookin' like POW!
And she's tellin' me to come by
a nefarious death
For the ones we protect? A precarious theft
Of the juvenile's craft for innocence
To ridicule with diligence
Their muted, youthful elegance
man renewed I'm the spirit.
Covered by the blood of the lamb
Fill me with your goodness
Trusting nothing but the word of God
He cares, he's aware of all
of illness
To design a place like this for pay
Downtown's an endless generic mall
Of video games and fast food chains
One by one
The little houses are
Wake up sleeping giant
There's a monster under your bed
My little soldier
They told you ask no further questions
What I've told you my dear homie
a quick little bow
I told slim be a man and never let them take you out
Keep a gun and stay smart and never let them play you out
I sell clothes do videos
Cuz' they'll never see the nights that you broke
They'll never see the days where you were left all alone
As time passes them by
All they can do is point
those video games
Don't do your job take a day off to be with me
You can only make and hear Christian music for the rest of eternity
I forgive you
your figgas
Is this all you got in your little bank account?
Entrepre nigga bounce
Come back with a much larger amount
And I still stop your bank
Scare his ass to death just by showing up
Says he bout that shit
Then why the fuck you in the booth saying "good enough"?
He got more studio time than me,
upon the roar of a 757 taking the summer route. Upon mom vex cause little kids don't listen. Noise bigger than blockbuster videos playing in the next
These elaborate tactics leave crackers backs bent
Like morpheus drinkin a fourty up in a death basket
A back fisted shallackin from brolic black men
contact with bitches, you know I cut all my ties
I'm just collecting my riches, I need you by my side
So let's run up them digits, all truth and no lies
I
captured
The shadow of death around every corner
Jagged lights in its eyes
It's telling me to smile and laugh
Here's you medicine
Wicked holiness, stride
compare their scars impressed upon them by tough love
I have little to show them that wasn't self-inflicted
Time healed battle scars on wrists I used
they kill a friend by accident, they might just get
A feelin that perhaps this end is classified as righteous death
Who decides your laws? Who makes
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