are the life of the funeral All of us ragmen, ragmen, ragmen, ragmen I want the ripened fruit I want the fresh meat I want the first born I want the
of the funereal, all of us Bring this, bring this, bring this I want the righteous roots I want the fresh meat I want the first born I want the dead
Translation: Every Time I Die. Roman Holiday.
life of the funereal, all of us Bring this, bring this, bring this I want the righteous roots I want the fresh meat I want the first born I want the
up and seen the sun sky high, sky high I been in it for the past few days, tighter the phase I know I?ma praise, now can I rap, can I dap Not really
Come take me on a journey Let me lose control Every time you touch me Make me turn to gold Life is a game to win A wheel to spin Take me down the alleyways
the pyramid are fixed With the Roman Numerals that equal 1776 The United States of America exists In a deep devilish abyss with truth and paganism mixed Every
we came back out [Chorus] - 2X [Verse 3] I been in it for the past few days Tighter than fades I'm knowin my plays Now can I rap? Can I adapt? Not really
we came back out [Chorus x2] [Verse 3] I been in it for the past few days Tighter than fades I'm knowin my plays Now can I rap? Can I adapt? Not really
came back out [Chorus] - 2X [Verse 3] I been in it for the past few days Tighter than fades I'm knowin my plays Now can I rap? Can I adapt? Not really
