[VERSE 1: CRAW]. There's no place to run now,. I am having fun now,. You think you won, ha,. We barely begun now,. Get um in the mother fucking back with the backpack,.
[verse 1] Illogic. . The children dance hand in hand to expand ideas in fear of forgetting who they are. The only remnants of reflection is the dusty horn section of a dying star.
This it right here homie!. 7 8 7 haha!. They told me to get my swag up!. Blood raw is dat you?. I dun see no other way. Ahh Okay Bro. Na wat im talkin bout.
[Intro - Blood Raw]. Ha-ha. She say she wonder how the sun shines. (Blood Raw!). She say she never rode in a Chevy neither. (For real?). I love my Chevy my nigga.
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[Verse 1:]. [Boondox]. I got 'em in my sight. Aimin' right between his eyes. Fiending for the sight of blood. Squirting when the bullets fly. Decapatatin' muthafucker with that heavy ammo.
(Intro). You're about to hear the tale of an indestructable man. He's dead and he's pissed. He's roamin the streets at night lookin for ways to die. Should you encounter him, the undead, the dead ass zombie.
(Blaze). Solomon was the father, the casketmaker. In 1920 something, he was the undertaker. Who outlived everyone until the day he tried to die. And jumped in the freezing water so starts the timeline.
I was a G in life, I'm still a G in death. And if you think I'm not a thug, don't hold your breath. My name is Blaze, and I roll with Anybody Killa. 'Drive-By on this bitch, you bitch nigga!'.
(Chorus). The touch of death is coming, there's nowhere to escape. Your life is slowly fading into your hollow grave. You can not be saved. You can not be saved.
Brothers and sisters, we are gathered here today to celebrate in the loss of the. evil and sinful person known as Blaze. Just like his soul shall be blazing in the.
Bitch, you can straight up eat a mothafuckin' dick! I'm lookin' at the. mothafuckin' frontline. I see Violent J....Anybody Killa...and that. mothafuckin' dead homie, BLAZE!! See, we represent a mothafuckin' hatchet on.
(Chorus). Life in the city, is out of control. (Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up). Life in the city, is out of control. (Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up).