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here 2 end you of all the non-sense
watch the battles increase because these times are intense
J.T.S. and Dill castro light the mic like incense
verse one
All he knew was defeat a soulja stranded in the streets
begging the most high for forgiveness with baggies at his feet
the maker he wanted to meet tears fell wetted the concrete
he moved powder got a taste of power he moved discrete
what a cop made in a year he made in a week
so enemies came and got greeted with flames
but killing his own kind only increased the anger and pain
he felt destined for fame with thoughts of death in his brain
he couldn't rest a word from his umi made a transformation of change
auctioned off the rover know the future's in range
the unbelievable lessons boosting his brain
no more cooking the cane he screamed fuck this crooked game
got a good job for himself he made a name
while others he called brothers lost all their fortune and fame
verse 2 dill Castro
Ruins contain ancient tombs pharaohs being carried in mothers wombs
Each sun and moon shines infinitely but for whom, pyramids
built to get lifted to the heavens, rock and sand sifted
while stones shift and replace the nature of the human race
Ra, just another name for allah, call from the beyond
command armies at dawn, realize the nature of man
and correct it from the devils hand,
Deserving of many lands but only worthy of one,
lacking of intellect traded for some small sum
not a safe world when kids hold guns
tear drop insignia only signify the problems that underlie
quick to answer why the murder rate is so high
modern day gladiators do battle between skyscrapers
instead of honor of fame they do it for the paper
awoken like an open eye they realize they no longer have to die
salvation has come, listen up
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