Lyrics:
of man
Overthrown by malevolent beasts
Death foreseen in perpetuous prophecy
Overcrowding my thoughts of conspiracy
Come to senses with the one true king
of man
A twisted tale of a creation
Burnt to ashes by its own hands
Under a blood red sky
Under a blood red sky
The eternal void
Embrace the night around
again with this foolishness man.
Man 2: Man you ain't know them people 3 years ago man. We got chased off the port, I done been - been, chased by chinese
They recounted the story of the man and his flute
With an overwhelming melody he was able to constitute
All the children followed him, thus executing his
children (ooh) that's all, after all
Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown, oh by jingo
So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down, oh by jingo
children (ooh) that's all, after all
Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown, oh by jingo
So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down, oh by jingo
at the reflection of my foreign car by are & are
I stick my feet out, you know the bapes that's made of eel
You know the new checks with nigo face right on the heel
of my foreign car by are & are
I stick my feet out, you know the bapes that's made of eel
You know the new checks with nigo face right on the heel
I
to the sky!
Fight on, Undyne!
Loyal soldier keep marching on!
Fight on, Undyne!
We shout with one voice!
Fight on, Undyne!
We will carry on!
You stand in
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
maneuver, how to slip into that toy
Is it the pimp the crook a hustler thing?
The man the music the making the king
Constantly built by me
A million men
maneuver, how to slip into that toy
Is it the pimp the crook a hustler thing?
The man the music the making the king
Constantly built by me
A million men
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
Up in the club with my glass of lemonade
I make music for the streets
But man don't serenade
I roll with the rest of
The UK
Disgusted by these rappers man they can't tell the truth
It's 25 to life for that but I gotta shoot
Stitch my finger cuts I'm counting up all the loot
Haters
you fuckin' with a grown ass man
Deep down in my heart I knew I had to go harder in order to
Make a difference, make a living, still be there when you
right from wrong
So we'll keep marching on
cnd yes we're begging for a change
and no we can not see its name
We're blinded by the constant pounding
the code
N I’ll live
N die for it
CHORUS
Oh man what is the code
What is the Code you live by
yeah we wanna know
is Jesus the code you live by
go head tell
Your gram is looking boring
Better pucker up and pout
Another rep you’ll get a six pack
Like a Hollywood cutout
Treat em mean and keep em keen
Yeah,
the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan
In the wrong hands
With the wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong
marching to someone else's drum?
Are you marching
As someone else's drum?
You'll bore me with sorrow
You'll bore me to death
If you're still a window
marching to someone else's drum?
Are you marching
To someone else's drum?
You'll bore me with sorrow
You'll bore me to death
If you're still a window
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I fuck with 6 Mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s
That's your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she fuckin' bro
Can we talk
Like, really talk
And it'll be uncomfortable
Listen
If you disagree with me that's your choice (Your choice)
But don't come at my neck
singin' songs, singin' songs for the lonely
Well the girls with the room keys
They know all his words by heart, by heart and they all sing
Lovely girl,
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