Lyrics:
Carbon life fore homies where's my armies
Free humanity we're not nazis
Flip the script and no more playing patsy
Know they're slaying us the gig is up
them from they fam
So, you can get splurded, get blurreded, get murdered
My little bitch ride around with the birdies
I be cruising around with
to lie next to yo body by winter
Still rolling that OG
More or less I could give ya that slow shit
Like this
Swervin
Foot on the gas
Gas in my hand while
way to play is gritty
I want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850
My whole commity like to puff l's and look jiggy
Who wan' test this? my semi
to the bro, We smokin gas this ain’t no lows
Man I be shining can’t deny it I got the drip from head to toe
Don’t Cross the line or waste my time ain’t talkin
of the Pharaoh
Pharaoh slaughtered millions of children
But this one became son of Pharaoh's daughter
Moses, drawn out from the river
Take off your shoes, you
got it going on
With that candy paint plus that ???
So many woofers in the trunk sound like an army tank
I'm from that Richmond 23rd street army
So
character MC
Miscommunicate, oppress us, distress us
Relay the data like a messenger from Mecca
How many men can testify to they treasure?
Is this
And I know that they say 2 legends can co exist
But one thing I know is that my co don’t exist
Cause I exit every co
With all this dreams in my
over the world
Now I’m sitting on top of the world
We winning, we winning
Cause we sitting on top of the world
This is for my little homies
That be
the Birmingham crew
North London representing right now, okay
Yes blud, this is a real clash star
Levels are way high, okay
Big up my Meridian tugs
Lord
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
from Jonesboro I don't know
Where the fuck he from
But I don't even heard of that but
That nigga got the super rap
And that nigga got that super map
My
don't know too much
See I had a plan with my nigga Dan
That this nigga Paul overheard
Since he hung with Dan
He thought he could buss a move
When we went
with this army you burn all your ends
Look in the mirror, all you see is your pain
Look in the mirror, you're covered in shame
Look in the mirror, your
and that's not savage
Going to dark places, the sadness encapsulates
But ultimately this is fate
To help me grow
Running into walls makes you stronger in
the harvest they wouldst reap
He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call
For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep..
The monastery stood
the harvest they wouldst reap
He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call
For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep..
The monastery stood
this, is that Fiend was born from this
Scarred from this, so all the armies now go hide
Cause the crime design, stay from nine to five
Enemies retire,
to that "rock 'n' roll" fame is this Cleveland steamer
Urban Dictionary that
Your bitch is very fat
On this dick is where she at
And to think you thought
smith
Nigga, what you say? I said my name is mr. smith
Yo, I want you to state the business
You know what I want why y'all to do? do your thing, do
gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings
can see resemblance by the hair. Next is my favorite arab in the whole world, King Salman of Saudi Arabia. Girls, dont be fooled by his freindly face,
expect? This is my first time ever firin' a gun,
(Yeah!) much less a machine gun! (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!) (GUNS. GUNS.)
Hi there! My name is Lisa, and this is
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