hate, unmerciful fate bringing my music to life grinding machine, decibel stream feeling the point of knife artform of butchers, eve of the storm the
-hardened veterans of the Seventh Fen-lander Army into a flanking position to unite with the remnants of the Royal Cavalry. Like a purifying storm the
stick and move like a dog in the night Who proud but won't growl before I'm gun' bite Street lamps light the way as I stray Past the corner liquor store
Black Thought] Uh huh uh And it weights a ton 'riq geez motherfuckers I'm a son of a gun Black master of any trade under the sun Talk sharp like a razor
electric scent over drear decay Lent a violent surge to their serenades Through white glades as his winged parade Bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors
battle-hardened veterans of the Seventh Fen-lander Army into a flanking position to unite with the remnants of the Royal Cavalry. Like a purifying storm
electric scent over drear decay Lent a violent surge to their serenades Through white glades as His winged parade Bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors
where you from Pistol-whip a nigga dumb slugs {*DAMN*} hittin up lungs (uh-huh) My nigga just got sent to the sprungs(?), shit is real He went for razors
Thought] Uh huh uh And it weights a ton 'riq geez motherfuckers I'm a son of a gun Black master of any trade under the sun Talk sharp like a razor blade
