Lyrics:
the Glock
(Chorus)
From the streets below to everything above
To the heart that pumps Ra-kim Allah's blood
I swear I kick a hole in your speaker
the Three 6
40 Cal. in my draws runnin from them laws
a clip is rolled in my sock, I'm hoping that I don't fall
I'm certainly hittin corners,
this
A nice time to reflect
Your actions
Three dictionaries
And you can’t define me
Monastery bunch of niggas
To vibe with
Immortalized by
Mortal man
fire to the land yeah, yeah
Woah, woah
Grab the word, it's time to go
Uh, yeah, yeah, we're setting fire to the land
Ah woah, woah
Put in work, it's time
of merely being
Mind rot
Decaying
Blind death
In soluble
An archaic rain of weeping gods
soaking the soils of man
The archetype of morbid reality
Pale
the right filter for taking that selfie
My Ireland is rich land dressed by Penneys
My Ireland is The Quiet Man
And Waterford Whispers shouting for us all
My
down the Nile
Plague darkness three days long, hail to fire
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be
Though I been struck with a lightning
Straight above the stars
I'm talking atonement, I been anointed
Saved by His grace and washed in the blood
I guess
in Heaven along,
O praise Him! Alleluia!
Thou rising moon, in praise rejoice,
Ye lights of evening, find a voice!
[Chorus]
Thou flowing water,
that they see me
Niggas just blind to the fact, no 3D
Damn, but the diamonds I'm wearing look HD
Panoramic Plasma, big screen
Man on fire, 500
long been dead with the tests, trials tribulations I’ve defeated in my head. True crowns are made of blood soaked thorns. The oath that I've sworn,
And all that time that 187 was on my mind
Shot the man in cold blood
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
by Mr. Hyde
Without an invite mother fucka, don't come
Monstrous balls in your mouth, get the fuck on bitch
Come on come on [Repeat x3
before me
In these last days, I'm bringin rap glory
In the streets they hear it, some will remember the lyrics
In my demise, some will remember me in
with blood I didn't know I got hit but there's no
Time to stop no time to explain man I'm in too deep with this everyday
Ghetto pain
Black men are
SELASSIE I KNOW DI LIFE GIVER
BLOOD SOCKER BONE LIYER BABYLON CATCH A FIRE
JAH ME JUST HAIL DI KING HIGHER
DEVIL ADVOCATE NUFF A DEM A VAMPIRE
SOUL DEM
grave
Man
I cannot condone the shit that is happening feeling like you can just somehow get by
Now you alone and stuck cause and it's evident that you got
I’m not fine
Ninety people walk on by
While I bleed out on the floor
Only got to number 9
(Verse 1)
I said 11, not 24 now I act up like attention
water, pure and clear
Make music for thy Lord to hear
Thou fire so masterful and bright
That givest man both warmth and light
Dear mother earth, who day by
As I battle reality; I'm Thirty and outside
Man if I battle reality, I'm thirty-ing outside
Back out of nowhere like rain in the sky
Supply
repeating that?
Nigga, I'm rap tycoon, make a 100 mill by June
Now who the fuck said I can't rap, Jack?
I'm in a dolphins dream, I got it for 'em raw
preach the good news of
The Kingdom of God
Minister in Galilee
Performing great miracles
Prepared by John
The voice in the wilderness
Anointed by
with come near me
Niggas know that I stack feddi sip fine wine
I ain't no hoe so come and test me I bust fifty times
Put a nigga in a blenda
eyes open that the Waters have been turned to blood
That is the love has been turned to hate
The seals have been opened in my mind
To hear voices
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