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others, until the bombs fell our way
My son and wife died and left our small hometown in flames
There was no reason, to be hit by death's reign
Hold
Now tell me is there anybody here?
Ain't down with my set of atmosphere
Have no fear coz soon ya will adhere
When my homeboys kickin 96 is my year
It's
Creator in my heart i feel i made it
Serpent money and material our mother earth wasted
Frack waste dumped in our minds
Smiling for the papers getting read
Dear diary
Diadems on me when you see sight of me
How can I conceal my fate
A career of riding beats and reviving lives
To me is one hell of a life I
hurt my feelings, man
(Would you f-)
Look man, I soaked that shit in gasoline man
Chaos Theory, man. Don't expect it now, right?
(Mother-)
Take
the army left
Look what you've done
We're left to die
Look what you've done
And Mother, Queen of what once was
I've said goodbye to my old life
(I've) been
the army left
Look what you've done
We're left to die
Look what you've done
And Mother, Queen of what once was
I've said goodbye to my old life
(I've) been
muther fucking heart hurt
War with myself muther fucker this is hard work
I do this for my momma and mother fucking sister
If you see the other one tell
and it's evident
Malevolence your cries for peace are irrelevant
New world order takin over load my weapons bitch
I'll go to war launching fuckin rockets
ready for war
Lets battle
Stepping with cannons
Come with my handbook
Niggas with (?)
But if you choose you lose
Them niggas will fucking fool
Know your role
Shut your face
For the royalty in place
We'd be blessed to have a portion of the soil that creates
Mother nature that's my bae
Mother
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
by a
Person that I thought I trusted, where I live
It's a war at the cribs, walk with a strap
Myself 'cause I don't want nobody's son on my back
My
back
My grandma
She grew up in Hungary
And I don't think
She was that poor
But at some point
The war started
And they sent her to
Auschwitz
And she
flowing by
If I can let the memory heal
I will remember you with me on that field
When I thought that I fought this war alone
You were there by my
Never influenced by movements of what the cultures doing
If it ain't congruent wit my dreams I can't get into it
Only time they down with you is if they
to keep
My mother was sayin' to stay in the crib so I wouldn't go see what was put in the streets
I was wearin' the same pair of shoes all through the year
So much smoke that it made my heart dry
Black eye
Bullseye
Got some hands thrown by some fake ass playas
Battlecry
Vilify
Writing beats like I was
Defeated in a war fought for your victory - with the strength of my youth, I hold you up. So how - how could you still be broken in my presence?
Defeated in a war fought for your victory - with the strength of my youth, I hold you up. So how - how could you still be broken in my presence?
and was seen no more
And he left me sisters, but brothers none
For our mother gave him no strapping son
So the earth is tilled by the maids she bore
My
pump, my world's a garbage dump
Land developed by the pigs, you consume everything
Bronze, iron turn to steel, eat your plastic at every meal
Drink
the Apollo
I'm trapped out like fuck y'all, I'll abide by this gun law
Unless you gon' do me like Eric Gardner
If you catch me smokin' on my cigar
Put my hands
Gotta get high mother fucker
Go fast can't take it slow
Motion sickness haunts my brain
No time traveling back
Gotta chase the train
Got bad habits
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