like a fool I ain't got nothing left to give Nothing to lose So come on, love, draw your swords Shoot me to the ground You are mine, I am yours Let's
like a fool I aint got nothing left to give Nothing to lose So come on Love, draw your swords Shoot me to the ground You are mine, I am yours Lets not
from the move faker (what?) Check the skull for lyrical incision into your brainwave The same name that I made in this game, put shame to your name Attempted
be the King then shots ring You laying on your balcony with holes in your dream Or you Malcolm X'd out, get distracted by screams Er'body get your hand
ll fill your hearts with fright Your souls, a sea of pain The end of your days draw near And I'll seize your crown Forever soiled with shame Our swords
to the top And this time I'm giving ya'll a whole enchilada Rappin hard I went back to the drawing board Got me a sharper sword Jumped on the right horse
your goggles Layin' like needles in the hospital Five steps to conquer, AX Vernon debt, big ass whistle Ziploc your ear, here thistle To my real bitches take your
guest appearance From the slums, yo, aiyo I examine your diameter, third eye, light the camera up Be careful, I got four ninjas inside your parameter
call it a sword style because we are lyrical assassins And we aware that the tongue is symbolic to the sword The lyrical assassins, the lyrical assassins, a sword
Code to umm, the code to umm To draw your swords, to draw your gun Those that's 'bout it M.C.'s I run with Those that doubt it on the mic get done quick
how it changed as I got olda' as I think I draw a ninja on my folda', Ugh what I would do if I only had a ninja sword you'd see blood start flingin'
of how it changed as I got older As I sit and draw a ninja on my folder, uh What I would do if I only had a ninja sword You'd see blood start flingin
, And all this is just for you. A handkerchief of silver to brush away your tear, A sword of finest leather to match your paper spear, For when the day draws
gun goes off I'm bound to play Napoleon, and blow a nose off Your Sphinx, your stumble rap style, your flow's off Like Kunta, tryin' to run with his chopped toes off Unchallenged sword
on a drug run, So quick, there's kids in the park waiting, These are my poison diaries like Mark Latham, So start hating, though you know in your heart
sky Draw your swords, the hour is high We sing as one tonight, we sing as one Lose your voices with the sky Draw your swords, the hour is high We sing
