Lyrics:
a class all by Himself
Unique, set apart, separated from everyone else
Isaiah saw this and said, I'm good as dead
The words I speak are tainted
The people
to an art project
Picasso, I paint that, where the fuck is the bank at?
Army sergeant, no rank, yeah, okay
If you ain't payin' a hundred thousand, get
I gotta get payed
My army is necessary fuck it dig them a grave
A money maker by nature strictly
Out for the paper
I'm in your dope house pulling
stand up to charge
And rise from the flames
This is the time for vengeance, now their end is near
We strike with hateful power, we have no fear
We
is this uncircumcised Philistine that he should defy the armies of the living God Not On my watch
I don't need your armor it don't fit me
You can keep
the tiny little letters. No, I am not making this up. That's what they're singing.]
Well, we stopped for a coffee in West Berlin
Dumb, dumb, dumb. This is
Thought by now I would be Graduating
And my momma told me just to keep My patience
Ain't nobody that's above me
Watch me take it over coming with My army
better drive by me
We the People Army is known to get rowdy
And even if you a friend of the blue
You can get it too, snitchin is never forgettable
This
was won
From the barrel of a gun
Were forcing peace on earth
Been putting off this war since birth
Christian nation risen to the occasion
Your killing
goin on, my knuckle game is strong
Sip Dom Pérignon and then carry on
Army certifies, keep a Rent-A-Ride
Strippin' mad hoes and kick 'em to the side
goin on, my knuckle game is strong
Sip Dom Pérignon and then carry on
Army certifies, keep a Rent-A-Ride
Strippin' mad hoes and kick 'em to the side
you want to, but here is the news)
(You can't hide from yourself, you'll be singing the blues!)
When we met, this time last week
Could see the look
I know (WHAT!)
We're untouchable
[DMX]
We built this Double R thing from the ground up
Another principle of when it's beef, niggaz round up
Gettin
I don't steal from my only daughter.
If I'm lyin' I'm cryin',
And there ain't a tear in my eye.
I got thirty-five bucks
For a paint job I done Junior
Samurai
I'm the merciful Lord
I shall relieve you from your pain
I will rip your guts out
And this all will be in vain
This is the battle with the beast
We
then
And from that time on, nothing was ever gonna be quite the same again
Yeah, especially us"
G-G-God given, I'm killin' this bomb bidniz
I'm
mek sense
So, rise up to my defense
Hollow pointed is my preference
Should have been deterred don't know what you heard
Get referred by the wrong
Keeping it relevant preaching the name
I been on my one man army feeling the pain
Better reel it again,
Nah brother gotta say this again then spray this
Yo nephew, give me some of that No Limit shit
Yeah,
We got my nigga Fiend in the house
C-Murder in this motherfucker
Mystikal all up in this
I'ma walking contradiction
Cuz this shit for me
But I’m fueled by y’all
I don’t got no competition
I dont take this light cuz shit gets dark
I done
of the money Mommy, can't take it from me Mommy
I've been waiting in the dark here all night
Waiting for some inspiration to pass by
Got my hair straight,
One man army is at it, mon ami,
Spittin’ while heaven is staring down at me,
Not in a mood to cherish anyone’s nervous system,
So I’m unleashing
brothers but not from my mother raised the same they feeling my pain
You ask why I am how I am this ain't even all of it
Fucked up is what you call this shit
This is the bread of life man
The bread of life
'Cause I'm gonna feed all of why'll
I'm gonna feed all of why'll with intelligent lifespans man
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