Tekster:
Raised By The Swords

Oh, who is raised by the sword Can't be beaten Who is toughened by the fire Can't be burned Awaited by immortality Are the ones sacrificing their lives

: Oh, who is raised by the sword Can't be beaten Who is toughened by the fire Can't be burned Awaited by immortality Are the ones sacrificing their lives

smile like I used to Get wild if you choose to I ain't finna shoot, shoot End up head bump, bloody nose, loose tooth Whoop a nigga ass by his self or

murda all bustas now Hard times, gotta grind, get mine Even if it means pap, that's ya life And a nigga gotta die by the sword The gauge, my nine and

For sure, the cream of the planets... resurrection Verse Two: A prophet, raised among black disciples and Vice Lords Who don't give a fuck about mic cords and nice swords

Bitches still rush me like they rushed the store Before the Soul Train Awards Incorporate a law Whoever ain't raw get they hand chopped By Jamal with the Wu sword

I got nothin' to lose, I'm goin' all out The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules Uptight, when you steppin' into the night, right Pigs comin

I got nothin' to lose, I'm goin' all out The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules Uptight, when you steppin' into the night, right Pigs comin

by far, is the strongest piece Should too, should not be prematurely brought Into play, during in the opening Or she will be attacked by wicked pieces