Breathing fire. Fill the sky. With smoke and spires. Black and high. Lungs corroded sealed and charred. Losing time. Erosion of reality. Kaleidoscopic
want shawty I'll give it to you Your world is my world (Your world) And my fight is your fight (My fight) My breath is your breath And your heart (and
boots When it comes to graduation, he's number one An expert with a rifal and also a gun Three weeks on the beat and his weak nerves crack And fires
only air I breathe Are you lonesome the plate glass summer Don't call it the death of me it's all a plan She's putting the armor on my back Waving the
the dark Gotta fight fire with fire Let it spark and light up my way They said he went out in a blaze My enemies steady hatin' Waitin' for me to take my last breath
The conspiracy theory I knew this nigga who's sittin', on the dock on the bay Had plans of gettin' rich so he was plottin' with Jay This motherfucker
before me Drug dealer, posing all this mother fuckin' jewelry Came from the crack house, back room, black out Smoke hit they lungs, make 'em UFC tap out No plan
praise your name I need room to breath I want to feel your peace; I got to feel your ease Screaming' down on my knees, because my insides bleed My hearts on fire
all that was before I know must soon come after It's the only way it can be So I stand in the sun, and I breathe with my lungs Trying to spare me the
Death may come invisible Or in a holy wall of fire In the breath between the markers On some black I-80 mile From the madness of the governments To the
ready for the world, make sure they know that, and this is the route I chose; watch me I let the truth unfold, I got a super plan; I'll fly through it
to abort as assassins extort My mind frame contort tryin to hold down the fort Fort knocks despise clocks heart bleeds I plant seeds Guaranteed my
over the eagles Soars over the cathedral built durin' the medieval Shall remain in the ordained Byzantine Empire Take you higher one stage is a mass of fire
drop? Will he flop? Will he go pop a cell? Is his mind frail? The worst is groove frantic, he expand the planet Plan harder, your Godfather's plans failed
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a little mustard, man Yeah, much worse Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire All seventeen on fire Lightening up the sky with the smell of death Rich bigot fucker, take a deep breath
, and firing squad Midnight tonight will mark the first execution Death waits in my cell I can smell him Somebody tell him that I still breathe, leave
