Cumque vidisset Deus terram esse corruptam omnis quippe caro corruperat viam suam super terram Fac tibi arcam de lignis levitagis mansiunculas in arca
Jump back poppin that track Gonna wreck it now Watchin yall --to the record now Catchin yall attention So shake it now Oh no find my flow Gonna break
Children be careful when playing with matches Everything's dry and ready to burn Lord Lord The neighbors are cooking out in the backyard Just two doors
Watch them flee Watch them flee Watch them flee Hip-Hop hits And you do it like this It?s going down, it?s going down It?s going down, it?s going down
Check it out y'all Check it out y'all Check it out y'all Whitey Ford Check it out y'all X-Ecutioner style Check it out y'all Emcee am I, people call
[Intro] (Pop! Pop!) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! {*scratch starts*} AAW! Are you motherfuckers ready? YEAH! (Baby baby) YEAH! Executioners!!! {hahahahahaha
Yeah.. yeah.. 'Ladies and gentlemen' '..may I present' Yeah.. 'May I introduce..' 'Four of New York's finest..' 'Do you love the X-Ecutioners!' [Large
When I was a baby my mum and my dad Said slow down son you're crawling too fast I had skinned up knees and bumps on my head Well I couldn't talk then
You don?t know it but I?ve made my mind up You'll wind up in my arms First I have to break down your resistance to my charms Yes, darling, I know it
In this house, there are many many mansions And a tower in desperate need of a spire And a million little churches for all denominations Better get good
A man of modest beginnings had the nerve to try to change the world Fought like a lion even though he was cryin' in a sea of deep despair
That old John Deere tractor been putting around those pastures On Grandpa's farm long before I was here This rusty F-150 still purrs like a kitten
It's time to separate the rookies from vets Pussies from threats, truth from lies Supplies from dealers and death I'm feelin' this, I'm young and ruthless
Traditional (Chorus) I'm working on a building, I'm working on a building, I'm working on a building for my Lord, for my Lord! It's a Holy Ghost building
I've looked for love in stranger places But never found someone like you Someone whose smile Makes me feel I've been holding back And now there's nothing
Some folks built like this Some folks built like that Way you move you ain't talkin' back I'm built for comfort, ain't built for speed Got everything
I am not a devil, I am not a saint Can't tell if the wood is good by looking at the paint It's not that I don't love you Some words are just hard for
[Chorus] No remorse No regrets No feeling Built to kill Ostrcize consciousness to another dimension Bloodred let the path be one should lead Write-off