Lyrics:
at the alter
He had access to the armor
And an army of angels
And a God who is faithful
His past was not wasteful
Your past don't define you
And neither your
amassed the underground army of social malcontents, racial
throwbacks, and
genetically-botched black boneheads--this army of ghetto
guerrillas
They rule this land forever.
The darkest army of universe is here.
Battleships and warriors
Too much for an eye to see.
[Viviathans:]
With the power
They feeling my style
Like pat down
Done with the army
I'm back now
My goals
Book shows
Venues, packed out
These hooks pacquaio
Verse from the kid
what can I say
This is for never telling me how to stay grounded
Surrounded by family
No paparazzi hounding
Falling in debt, percocets, nervous wreck
Now
this tyranny from the start
Our quest will not finish 'till
The deed is done
As we take their whole army down one by one
They made sure we were cornered
that bitch is a hoe I can't kiss her
Like, no
I can't kiss her
Yo Edot
Tell your sister
I'm tryna be her new mister
When I see him, aiming for this top
are or were, whichever verb comes first
With the insert of this little Earthly mixture from the misters
That choose to not keep a duoic name sealed in
a pole
At least three from the streets
I know five live by the code
Savages in the fold
Halogens on bright, y'all know slime heavy with the smoke
march
There is an army that is marching onto victory
The Captain is a man from Galilee
They've all been saved and their souls set free
By the blood
got one from the crane
They don’t exist
This has to be a war
My gun a fist
What am I fighting for
Whatever happened to my army
Fled the core
Am I only
Tupac is back
Where my soldiers is at
Where my soldiers is at
Where the fuck my soldiers at
Where my soldiers is at
We got the real live shit from front
untouchable
We built this Double R thing from the ground up
Another principle of when it's beef, niggas round up
Gettin' down like what nigga, yo
That's
a homicide this is stop 'em from committing suuuuicide
Hook
I'm caught up in this game, mo' like Peter Parker
P-I-M-P, take the P's that I am
I want you payin' hoes in my army
Like, Uncle Sam and we gon' jam
I'm
Eternal matrimony
There's no divorcing
Started with the law
Now his grace is transforming
Sobriety's a perk
This flow is an offering
I'll take what life
the nomads, moving from Limpopo to Togo, uh
This is for the politicians, the aristocrats, the town clerks.
This for the Maasai, Sub-saharan beading works,
on another night
Cops can only gawk as we fly clean out of sight
My mare horse can morph if shit gets treacherous
Wings spawn from this Morgan as she
recited Abu Hammam
By heart his ten books of poetry
"Wake up!"
"Wake up Salah!"
"Wait what?!"
"Where is the enemy?"
"No Sultan"
"Time for prayer Isha"
"Ow
the doctors and treatments for my post-war condition. I ended up in Berlin, Germany where I met the producer of Hollywood Acting—a song inspired by J. Cole
pack a Llama
Separate the lions from llamas and alpacas
If I pow pow at ya ali bumaye
Zoom by clappin' ya
Wound guys, the room guys, Mumbai massacre
will be the one who win
The one ring is what Sauron demand
In this dark and unholy land
Dwarfs and Dragons are fighting
Until the army of goddess is
to operate than
A household appliance"
Hi! I'm Candy Jo, and I'm shooting the Ingram M-10, or the Mac-10!
GUNS.
This gun is one of the most well-known
across the land
Murder and death all on demand
Lead shoots out across enemy lines
Limbs blown off by nades and mines
This is Armageddon, Total War
This is
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