Lyrics:
real 24 karat
Go to war for my little one but pray ion have to air it
Got god standing by my side but I feel the devil staring
Walking in the rain
Ashes
Evil warrior
Fight till death
Sons of war
Kill with wrath
Born in a village
He's learn to fight
Grew up with strength
His pleasure is to kill
zone
I heard a lifer screaming at night I want to go home
My psyche will have you thinking I'm a maniac
Drowning in thoughts that's over thought like
foul
Was engineered in my mother's womb for Gods' glory
Plenty faith in the persecution is inventory
I been spit in the face, still exhibiting grace
a motherfuckin' thunder storm
Peoples being killed by the fuckin' tornado
But I didn't run, I'm sittin there loot is at my table
Houses bein' swept up!
Churches
foolery
All the same to untrained by my eyes usually
Catch it
Allergic but I still love carrots
I need more veggies a
Account and stomach need em healthy
Pow spell
Speak you parler,
in this my mother's
parlor, wash your
undershoes when you
come in, say thanks
to foggy moon
***MICHEL'LE***
Keep my kids frost like they was born in east L.A.
Told yo' buy yo' weed by the ounce, twins lets bi-dounce
That shit they talkin' don't add
I'm fucking terrible
A blood lust maniac
But what I bet you didn't know is I'm beloved in the empire
Not by the senate
Not by system
I came here
the sun upon the sky.
And the quintessence:
Everyone recognized war,
That Black Metal isn't just
Entertainment anymore.
I can still remember
My
the sky
And the quintessence:
Everyone recognized war
That Black Metal isn't just
Entertainment anymore i can still remember
My emotions so confused
My soul
a highway without lookin' both ways
Step the fuck up if you're feeling so brave
I may be outta my mind but you shoulda known
I rep a "maniac" 'cause It's
shit, movin' through Watts
To my L.A. Confidential brothers, movin' on cops
But what you're goin' through and everybody phone don't work
'Cause in war
frail
On inside mother's womb, Baby braille
c silent scream, a whispered yell
By what could have been, unborn trails
Smoke spirit like embalming fluid
damn
Pop the world war 2 like Warren pick
Took lil' beat and that's all I'm taking
Gotta holler at my folks get it popping nigga
From every coast hoe mo
The pit, the pit (Oh my!)
Yo, 1, 2
Dun dunna dunna dun
All ya'll mentally dead muthafuckas
We come to break ya'll some information and ressurect
and
Didn't mean to pull the trigger, sorry my hand clenched
My teen angst bodycount taller than a mansion
Off the yellow pills, it feel like the simpsons
No
and died
See the pain in eyes, pop shit let em fade tonight
Loco from the westside wat a crazy life
Mos my homies locked or can’t see tonight
10,000
Two nations divided
By a common language
And about two hundred years of new songs and dancing
But the difference is language
And just the bits
at my war wounds
Niggas feel my justice, and facial expression
So many mother's shed tears I guess they learned they lesson
Cause TRU niggas make
assassinos!
Fuck the police is my law
Everything he invent
And forget everything I saw
For the mothers and children this is a shit
But for a 'muder was
get this shit poppin in
I'm poppin
But if this dropped and flopped id be running out of options then
But fuck that
Imma go in like my life on the line
turning back this time.
Stone by stone,
Day by day,
We will make the great walls crumble,
And the boarders fade away.
And I am just a mother,
Two children
pretty for war
They got me totally floored
They wanna reap my body
But I’m invincible
Let’s! Get! Superficial!
Let’s! Get! Unreal!
Hey Kids!
Wha’choo
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