for a blood on blood war Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour Stand tall like the Berlin Wall Automatic darts are pulled Stand for, never ignore the blood on blood
high you hijack These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime Keep these niggaz on the run, peep
lost ones out there feeding On the wounded and the bleeding They always are the first to see the cracks upon the walls When I started this song I was still
la la) La la la (la la la) (akinyele) Ha it's the hardcoe rhymers Straightening niggas out like recliners You dicks get sprayedlike stun I use your blood to paint the walls
Maybe then I could concentrate On just living my life for You I'm just a temple of flesh and blood Who daily must decide Whether to bow to the temple wall
in some prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution perpetuate retribution even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution is still
around Down by the Lilikoi Near the old stone wall There time stands still Yet the water still falls There nothing much changes But the seasons still
last phase of God?s untouchable plan Until then, worship His name Through this black pen, writin? raps Or anyway that I can, still praisin? God 'Cause
Crush their bones underneath these stones Sweet Mary Sweet Mary More than life could give While seasons turned, I devised my plan The perfect way we could make our stand
[Rip] Yo, you fuckin' hate me, you fuckin' lock me in the basement And you still want me to protect you - it doesn't make sense Can-I-Bitch. I supported
depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them their voice? For fucks sake, who are these lobotomists? As if walls only had one side.
dance, 187 dance, Fool this will be your last dance, last call for alchol, I mean blood's spill On the wall (master p) Blood on my palm And I pack a glock For these
me Resurrect Idi Amin and Hitler Then sit around exchanging war stories to show whose mind is sicker And full of hatred, life ain't far cus if it was Biggie would still be here and these
the blood bath F-l-i-n-t, that be creepin on dayton ave Bang to the boogie of the motherfuckin punches Been ridin on these and them hoes come in bunches
so angrily and all these people that came to see the demise of me and disguises we analyze them each and decide if we wanna live in society with all these
hear the calling of a lonely and distant star In the shade of the abhorrent Yet in the still of the nights - In the still of the moment When the moment
The factories still churning out Of that there's not a single doubt There's more snide shit from their flea pits They couldn't give a fucking shit. It