Wanna tell ya a story that happened to me There was this old man started chattin' with me He sat by himself on the side of the road A cowboy hat and them
Traduzione: Macellazione. Old Man.
over, brand as my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission My ambition to hold up the rap game
'all motherfuckers is actin' real fake right Ya man's land ain't even that man You ain't livin' that life You ain't ready for that man, fall back [Verse
sayin' But what you might not know Is we got a lot of MC's in St. Louis So we gon' do it like this First up we got my man Jewely!!! [Jewely] Now what
late My hands are soiled, covered in blood Stains that never wash away Their hollow eyes... Confronting me - Judging me Now an old man, at the end of
I'm tired of slow rollin' [Scratching] When its time to roll [Chino XL: x4] Tired of slow rollin' [Scratching] Take it man! [x4] Take the thing man
the dying sun, The blood is spilled, the battle's won, From the icy throne of God-King shall rule, When nine stars kiss the moon o'er Ultima Thule. [Old
People Screaming out in pain An old town Where children used to play Slaughter By faceless men That Play God everyday Why can't they stop and see Is
gotta keep on point cause we movin off course I'm checkin for you and yours It's hittin worldwide We gotta maximize by eliminatin lies [VERSE 1: Mondo] Old
[Sadat X] The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel The threat of a war is real Where
So four years now, that's what I've been searchin' for Cuz doin' dirt grows old when it's the same old thing That's why I try to take my murders to the
Jack, Alex and Chris] Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh Terror builds, at the thought of being dead Prophecy of the wisemen of old Now
To Life" 1990 album] Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh Terror builds, at the thought of being dead Prophecy of the wisemen of old Now comes
to exit, When I flex it, The way I wreck shit is not unexpected. Niggaz just lose when I choose The best crews of MCs, And turn 'em into refugees. I slaughter
aint trippin Fuck that nigga who aint Wadda try to certify Got love for Chico anybody else we do not vibe I think niggas try to flip the old school shit
the old zone and if it's beats ya want, it's beats ya got Here it is, want ya nigga for, eh is it not? My man Melquan, Son Slaughter, Dopey and the group