the man with the red sword attacked from behind Left the silver sword fighter defeated and blind Then carnage ensued that no man could condone As the
You wanna be dead, nigga? Yeah you, you wanna be dead? Now how you lie 'cause I'll kill you Yeah, I'll kill ya Lord forbid, I do a bid, I never bid on
told ya about witching hour And how I love'ta burn da bodies Oh shit man I think Im losing my mind Im one of the looniest mothafukas of all man kind
man Pac man, how motherfuck do you think we gon' do that man? Ridin' round Old National on 18's without no gat man I'm strapped man and ready to bust
rest Then confess, I judge wisely All spys, tryin to size me If you phony, I leave you lonely with your Sony headphones, layin stiff in the dead zone [
Let's, let's go I got the call about eleven-fifteen Twelve o'clock arrived on the scene Looked around and things were ill The party was at a dead stand
Magnani] Finally light! Finally I'm free to run away... away from the night It was too much time Spent like a dead man walking by I finally can spread
Shame on him, or her Carter, Father, Of This rap thang, this is my race Gon' take a lap man weezy babys nursery Now gon' take a nap man, it's nap time
from the dead), Jesus, (just like He said). [Chorus:] Every knee shall bow, every tounge confess that Jesus is Lord, that Jesus is Lord. [Verse 2:] He walked
was their guilty man. Mrs. Sacco was heavy then with child She walked to Sacco's cell and cried. The Morelli Gang just down the corridor Signed confessions
money from across the street Think its sweet, think you get money across the street Me and my peeps often meet At 5-0 they work for us, walk the beef Walk
only on the first line of what's going to take a little while I hope you don't hold your breath because they revolt like a choir They say the language is dead
Can you give me just one more chance? Can you give me just one more chance? All I'm asking for is one more chance. I'm just a dead man walking I got
the small talk "Alright, man...this bitter taste in my mouth needs to get washed out Ghosts in this house don't have anything timely to talk about." The concept is dead
our blessing We stressing the lesson The Fathers acceptance of the rejected demands perfection To stand in and then Bare the brunt of man's sins Cause He transcends man
of the war You may sleep in the cradle of Eden Betrayed your prophets Dead seeds buried deep An army of none We'll prey on the weak And you may walk
love is all that you?re left with/ Blessed is the head that shares the crown that he possesses/ Consider yourselves my brethren and this song is my confession/ ?Cause man