love to fold up a knot, love totin' the glock Helps me feel safer when niggaz try to scheme on my plot Try to steal paper from me, you gotta deal with a
, the bird is the word It go one for the trouble, two for the times And three for my homies and four for the dimes Singin' lemons to the limes to the
way And their love for it is the reason I have become this praised (Let me put you on game) Love my darkness, I've made them heartless And in return, the have become my martyrs
house like a week full of chores Yeah, you got a jab but you weak at the jaw You need to think twice before you get injured My infra red you will infer
for the masterpiece that he created Death of a sales martyr Fire starter If the hate doesn't make you wanna die Try harder --- I shot a Warhol Dead with my
's son, not a martyr but a fresh working member of a collective Who travel through the blazing light as my corpse is dissected Cell pack, give 'em a little
bondage plot that course. Remember......... Message preach to all, you hear something Doctrine for the soul, you feel something The story has been told, you know something Now answer, martyrs
have been a King in Six Eight Time Schnapps, Chianti, Porter and Ouzo Pernod, vodka, sambuca, I love you so Deportee It's a brittle charm but she's had
A divine conspiracy That you, an angel, lovely Could somehow fall for me You'll always be love's great martyr I'll be the flattered fool And I need you God gave me you
turned whaler They're crooked love thieves And you are their jailor Love needs its martyrs Needs its sacrifices They live for your beauty And pay for their vices Love
They go one for the Prophet, two for Islam Three for the Khutbah from the Imam Four for the mother that birthed my frame Five for the father 'cause he
yes, the Bird is the word It go one for the troubled, two for the times Three for my homies and four for the dimes Sin'gin' lemons to the limes to the
am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain And still you play the sycophant and revel in my
A way that I would never outgrow the pain I've been a martyr for love I've been a martyr for love I've been a martyr for love I've been a martyr for
re crooked love thieves And you are their jailer Love needs it's martyrs Needs it's sacrifices They live for your beauty And pay for their vices Love
you loved me When I finally got the bravery To look beyond these prison walls And shadows hanging over me I cannot find a way to be A lover for your
woman settling for? She bends her breath when she talks to him I can see her features begin to blur As she pours herself Into the mold he made for her And for