Lyrics:
You know somethin' Robbin'? You know somethin' Robbin'?
You know somethin' Robbin'?
You're takin' too many chances, you must be joking
You're takin'
I'm tryna tell these niggas
Gotta get our shit together
I'm looking in the mirror
Staring at the fucking devil
Man I been feeling blue
I could be
must be mistaken
I've already broken the deal I'll be satan
Next thing you know I awakened
God it was the only way I hope my apologies is taken
Wake me
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
and exposed forced to put on a show
Stripped, surround by blue they alone
Mentally to be scarred for the foreseen
Powers abused cause egos grow
She fifteen year
the city of Los Angeles")
Not guilty, the filthy, devils tried to kill me
When the news get to the hood the niggas will be
Hotter than cayenne pepper,
the floors for no reason
I be spazzing on tracks like I do it every season
Feel like Trae Young when I walk in the door bitch I'm a demon
I'm a devil I'm
blooded race killers
That's proud to be blood spillers of ebony pillars
Black devils are worse than those of the cursed seed
Foes better check they approach
really to Queen Elizabeth I
I believe it was
And he wanted ships to be put at his disposal
So that he travel to Africa and kidnap people
Bring them back
and he was
Studied by evil at his core
Foul be thy stench
His heart with worms
The Magus of the lost and
I do not look like him at all
I always loved under
a open flame
The devil tryna quiet me with fear but I already know the game
But I got angels rollin' wit me... he must not know the gang!
(Gang!) Gang!
Trap out the Lincoln now we setting trends
I cut off some people I can't make amends
Suicide homicide forgive my sins
The devil works overtime got me
tryna get even
The meaning
I been tryna fantasize about the reasons
All these decisions
The right path seems hidden
It must be a fiction
People around me
delivered by, blacks
Soon as we unite the sky cracked
A group of UFO's formed a seven in the heavens
God celebrate devils death day signal
Jail let
AND MY LEGS? went haywire
FUCK! can anybody see dis?
Pe$o where you at?
OMG
PE$0 HIT ME BACK?
(Yo wassup man)
I must be to lit!
Im to much I'm to hype
I
champion flow
We going back to back
Stack ya money ain't cuffing no hoe
We going back to that
You praise these rappers like they your lord
You must be
this idiot, Rotten, Zeph Ellis bumbahole
Mad
Bruv, that's what I'm saying
You let this
Bruv, you know what it is
I remember when you lot used
lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks
Dear Mr. President you had
feel the pressure, from every side,
If you ain't gonna help, don't hurt, just pass me by
Oh, no
Hercules,
I must be Hercules
Jungle rule, can't be no
the pressure, from every side
If you not gonna help, don't hurt, just pass me by
Oh, no
Hercules
I must be Hercules
Jungle rule, can't be no fool
Devil is
in these streets
How long will it be
Open your eyes and you'll see
There ain't no love in these streets
How long must we bleed
The streets got a hold
They had their chance one by one
But each met his fate when those flashin' black hooves
Brought death 'neath the Mexican sun
Still I can't leave, I must
their graven images
And grind them in the dirt,
For that men can live in paradise
Must be the Devils work."
[BROTHERS OF THE HOLY ORDER:]
"The
stand by them
Blood for money
Bloody money
The total embargo must be on
To make the invaders go back home
Aggressors' troops will be depleted
The ugly
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