Lyrics:
in grief
The liar
His words fall on fertile ground
The fool
Enamoured by the sound
Promises
Empty as his moral void
And with the liar
And with
Of the starving slow rot of your soul
Chaos reigns down
A venture of shadow distilled
A poisonous sound
Honing the instinct to kill
Caught in the throes
like yesterday when I copped A new ride
Yeah The hate is real gotta be careful With your own guys
I mean stay woke open your big eyes
I heard a dude kill
feeling unhigh..
One tiny trigger pulls me to the floor,
Incomprehension only kills me more,
I've tried explaining 'til my world is sore,
But this is
the spirits to bring me down we gon' keep on blocking
You gon' know it by the sound when we start to drop
Ain't no more looking around my eyes on the top
Cause
respect
For the game and ev'ry one around so we broke his neck
Claim killa but for real i sent the real killas a check
Yeah thats right i sent some change
write down
Cause you never know when it's gonna go down
Hatin' on my image but you love my sound shutting that down
Still saying prayers for my enemies
a riot for romance
We want a riot for romance
We're still fearless as hell
Got shocked by sound
Head like a sleepy ghost
Feel it inside your bones
Uh uh uh yea yeah yea
Bet on this eh
Starboy things
Say dey be feeling my sound from Lagos to Soweto
South African girls dem a big booty shaker
My
vengeance for direction until this battle is won
Eternal fire burns the promised land
Humanity crushed by the heathens hand
Twisted minds that strangle
learn to kill
Take it back to the fam cook and make a meal
Then you walk away like its not a big deal
On to the next day hell of a segway
Teach your kids
to hang myself I ripped the ceiling out
Say that's crazy man my life's going far
Walked out to the world and got hit by a car
Nothing seems to go my way
ain't no stopping me
Call me Castro call me, call me Castro
I kill it with no apology
My style be astronomically
Out of this world like astrology
They
a double t
Get use to that name
Flashing lights
Time square
Yeah bitch I love fame
From America to the world
You can Call me Casanova
I'll let my girl from
ketchup
'cause I wanna kill bad guys like Dexter
My catalog speaks for it'self, like, "Alexa
Play Spose songs so that Spose
Could buy the Tesla!"
Probably
Twenty four seven three sixty five
Everything that kills me makes me feel alive
This house is haunted
I hear the sound
Of my faith being taunted
By
run and check the stats
All my numbers steady grow
(Oh fasho)
I don't understand why they mad
(Why you mad?)
Hatin' this hard, homie you a fan
(Haha)
on a dime, whole new dimension of fun
Passing it by, look at the flames, all of the hell that we raise
Back in my room, cook in the booth, talk on the things
about time the world caught up with trick homeboy
Cause the war never stopped round here
Weapons of all kinds are homemade or supplied by cops
Drugs are
to purge
See the world is yours and it ain't hard to tell
Look up in the sky, you can start to smell
Smoke in the air, smoke smoke in the lung
Nobody
[Intro: Baby Touch]
Warnin, the surgeon general of Brooklyn, New York
Has determined that the sounds you're about to hear
Can be devastating
(Yeah)
I killed the shows overseas (were you there?)
Spread the sound like a disease (facts)
I brought the world to its knees (on God)
Diamonds they
On the nastiness I actually present when I'm rapping
I was trying to get him a check, not disrespect
Ok my nigga Hex and that nigga who's on my dick to death
You
a
Mole skin night, right.
A poker player shuffles by
Won't someone take the time to check him out
He deals direction in so many different places
Can it
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