Lyrics:
Write it down in blood
You will find unmeasured moments on a trail lit by torches
Venturing into smog and surrounded by a thousand bitter eyes
Write it down in blood
You will find unmeasured moments on a trail lit by torches
Venturing into smog and surrounded by a thousand bitter eyes
mountains to climb
We overcame the threats
It’s been a crazy ride
That cannot be denied
But I had the best guide
With you by my side
Never leave my side
bother me
I'm the best rapper, I don't need a nominee
Ain't nothing but a strap and some racks in my skinny jeans
I know that's cap, pick your finger
won't know me by my skull or my rib
Locked in, clocked out
Yeah it is what it is
When it all boils down there's nothing but bones left
When it all
the surface
But I know my purpose is to bring light to injustice
Got to be different like the Synthesis of St.Thomas Aquinas
Have to prove my 1404-1406
Damn
gon' find it centuries ahead but won't have nothing that can play it though
Oh the irony, your flesh need ironing
We buried you in a mountain cape but
Fuck some girls and her friends, tryna do this shit again
Yeah it's blood on the money, we got love for the money
But I ain't got nothing but slugs for
blood
Sjita sea qava I'm a loner but I'm occupied
By dope rap ancestors living in my rhymes
Katlehong was a military base my king
The place where success
and girly pullin' all-nighters
She made me wish I never met her on my Carl Thomas
Droppin' pints of red, poppin' bars for the healin'
But now we pull up
To reign in the finite sum
You just might run
Red red it's all redrum
We all got guns
Red red it's all red blood
Everybody wanna get live like me
But not
Yo, I ain't emmitt till
I aint taking no vacation with my drive just for dying by the wheel
Dragged thru the roads that was paved for my travel
choice to move clever
My blood brother's a fiend (Dead ass)
Bit hands that helped him eat
My Pops tried to intervene
But that damage was complete (It was)
that they seek - as we do - nothing but the chance to live out their lives in purpose and happiness, winning what satisfaction and fulfillment they can.
were buried for three days
But then You walked right out again
And now death has no sting
And life has no end
For I have been transformed
By the blood
do it too many nights
It's good for nothing but a bad time
You're always taken by a bad line
And I say this as your friend
You're being fake again
I
That makes me white as snow
No other found I know
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
My life now covered healed and whole
Free and delivered by your
dream of company surrounded by liberals
If you're a revolutionary and make it to 40 it's nothing short of a miracle
I think about Lembede, I think about
and beast alike
Such silence
The moment is shattered by a helpless scream
Nothing but blood united through the ties of
Common faunal bloodlines nothing but
taking trips to the moon
We met on Monday by Friday we taking trips to the moon
And I know that you don't like drake but Marvin just entered the room
publicity for
I saw your older sis on the year's best book list
And your brother, he manages bands
And you're keen to downplay
But you're quick
driving by
They ain't knowin' my struggles
Ballin' but I'm isolated like I can't score in tha bubble
Send a text my letters outta place shi I'm knowin' it's
watches the other
No we ain't blood
But we still real brothers
The struggle is real
Nothing can steal
What we build
And that remains the same
who on my payroll
I'm counting blessings and bankroll blood over fame you can't change though
Ain't nothing but gang at the table ain't nothing but gang
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