And they were bigger that war It had to be a large room full of murder It had to be a mounted ass- a solid mass of rage A red hot pen A scream in the
bigger than nixon And they were bigger that war It had to be a large room full of murder It had to be a mounted ass a solid mass of rage A red hot pen
him up on the mic Verse one: Who was born to rowdy, be bout my dottie, thinking I'm Lil' Gotti Tats on my body, catch 'em, shottie, with that red beam
this shit that a niggaz up lift about the game The drought season main, 'cuz this shit here never remains the same And a brother ain't about to let his muthafuckin' capital
? Tell me, oh Jessie, is it true what they say There's a capital G in the name of the game? And the runway's a home for my silver red plane And oh won
[erick sermon] Yo, and special guests on my show Is the k [k-solo] To the s to the o-l-o [parrish smith] And me, the capital d, the o to c The a.k.a
capitalism is a prison of greed, fuck what they want. I?m interested in what the whole world needs CHORUS X 2 we?re the left, we?re the red, we?re the
No one beyond the capital They heard them into trucks like animals With no food for a hundred miles or more So take them back to familiar shores There
left side, I will Heckler & Koch, pop shots, for my [Cali Niggas]. Deal niggas, then smoking aces fucking with my [Cali Niggas]. Leave them with poker faces, red
wind It isn't everyday You can see the other face Watching you I'm watching me who could this be? Your wounds begin to sing Red melodies that sting
psychotic, motherfucka! skrapz, representing the house of krazees banging off the chamber painting the town red right here in your fuckin ass i'm clinically
can't be serious We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the bitches And life and death between a matter of inches You know That fo' four that handle his business Like capital
my Christmas credentials When I was three years old, at least that's what my mother told me I ate an entire ornament, I ate a big red one, I thought
firepower, only I'm controlling We put in work and got the right brothers rolling When hell kicks off we lick off keeping mine hard Like stone from the red
, in my atavistic daze. Their pacifistic paramours just sodomize and walk away. Starving hearts and hollow heads, in dialectic dread. As economistic carnivores bleed the population red
Capital P to the R to the I to the N to the C to the E To the P to the O to the E, try harder, don't bother Prince Poetry, the man not a myth I'm not
a bitch, he should've known this Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin' this Bomb ass shit, I could play with my shit Rap niggas, capitalize, stock
Consumed by the one's who made her She's a faker, always let's me down Dressed up like a capital shaker Pull the, that judgment let her down I'll have