Lyrics:
[Amardons army:]
We are the army of light.
Against the darkness we'll fight.
And this land will survive, it won't die.
War from honour and pride.
how cruel this world is
From that moment I started thinking
Could have done better when they were around
Lemme remind you about something
You might have
ina drive by I'm walking
When I pierce I sting I'm scorpion
Yung Sabre tell them we southside department
Who this likkle yout thinks that I Am
Top tier
In front of giant
All i see
Is the victory
My battles belong to Jesus
Not by our might
Not by our power
We make it everyday
Ooh Yahweh walks
using so much force?
Why the army at the doors?
Why you using those resorts?
When we talking you ignoring
Is the truth really that boring?
Is that evil
all my blessings from high
Bap Bap Bap Bap
Dawg me ain't no DJ
Only one tune on the replay
Holy Ghost fill me
'Til every devil want kill me
I'm for your
of the powerful
I hunger for it
It just keeps me alive
I met the dragon
In a cave by the mountain
Now I bring the evidence
The beast is alive
This
loved (Lord)
But is it real love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that been built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew
loved (Lord)
But is it real love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that been built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew
a Lexus
Sittin' on all gold Daytons.
Bitch, take a look around
Those hoes steady choosin'.
This is the conclusion: pimpin' ain't no illusion.
rest is on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past
your soul from your limbs
Like brims from Jip Jones
In the Twilight Zone we disperse cowards
Vampires that stalk earth on reversed hours
Nite cause
faith, a child was born, but no
one could be the father, except for a god.
This child was a gift from the skies of life-divine or...
Another sky is
Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner
Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister
Niggaz know better, no one's letter is better than mine
lip in her joyous work
And friends this is the realest place I know
It makes me squirm like a worm I am so grateful
You could ride your bike there
the barrel to your ear
Last thing you hear is your soul tryna break
Through the Earth's atmosphere
I swear, rappers getting fucked up this year
They'll wind
shit amazing
I am but a king without a crown
Got the fleet I got the army all I need is rounds
Mister T. go Clubber Lang then Rockie hit the ground
Bell
army I don't need no one
Bitch I gotta blow cause I come from the slums
Connected everywhere cause I put on for the thugs
But fuck all the haters
Only
Popped a perc, I was sad now I'm happy (yeah!)
Met my pharmacist right by the ally (Whooo)
Popo coming so please make it snappy
All of a sudden this bitch
Most points bet on me, tell
This planet called Scrapland still
Looming overhead
Here come the gunship
Approximate equation, all the functions
An army
They're murdering we free humanity
But those we try to free from the lies the genocide they run and hide and abide by laws Designed to exterminate us
They
Me, i only have one dream [To make out this hood x4]
[Verse 2:Jason]
And they all in the hood still looking broke
When i ride by seen all of um choke
The rejected stone is now the cornerstone
It's in the sky in chemtrails from a Dorner drone
There's a war between feds and some Jesus
The winner
Congratulations you just stepped on a landmine
This is a war bitch you can't just standby
The violent sound now creating a landslide
There's no
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