with a suit and a necktie [Chorus: Kavalier] Falling from heaven in hell, spending our days Asking for Christ to come, and change our ways Cold in
out KILLAH PRIEST, I leave the blood spilling in the street I'm from the dark hills of Brownsville, the seven shields on windmills across the killing
minds! And whoever has the microphone, remember the blood is on your hands! You'll be judged by your life not your sales on Soundscan! No Bentleys-
my lips I pray I feed you well Your precious cross is gone, it made me wait so long For what you gave to everyone The priest is cold and dead on his
from my lips I pray I feed you well Your precious cross is gone, it made me wait so long For what you gave to everyone The priest is cold and dead on
heart, and the beat of our hearts... And the blood on my hands for reaching. You gave it away with your eyes - You've been fucking yourself with your own cold hands
Blood hardens in the sand Cold metal in my hand Hope you understand the way that things are gonna be There's nowhere left to hide 'Cause God is on our
we mean As snow falls on desert sky Until the end of every... All we are, all we are Is bullets I mean this [x4] As lead rains, will pass on through our
fight of a thousand years The pounding of blood Through our veins In our veins In our eyes The circles of fear I cling to you So cold, so bright Cling
and dry Breathe in and drink up the winter sky [III - Daybreak] Slowly the day breaks apart in our hands And soft hallelujahs flow in from the church The one on
is the cold, harshness of life) (Just when it unfolds you lucky to grow old - life!) Cause it hurrrrts so bad [Royce Da 5'9"] You tearin our team apart
to call the advantage, have you and on bananas And hands rep, rap +Grand Theft Auto+ mechanic I'm bout to tighten my plugs, bout to be fightin in clubs Ya blood
in your frame We detroit niggaz The illest breed of niggaz to breathe Detroit niggaz Kill on the street Kill an mc Kill on the beat Kill on the creep
hanging on You're all that's left to hold on to I'm still waiting Hanging on You're all that's left to hold on to On to... We'll scorch the earth Set
age was getting really old Somehow we all got use to the cold One night stands, the exploding glands Keeping warm together by the sweat of our hands There's better babes on
will sing you lullabies and wake you in the morning. [Valjean enters] [VALJEAN] Oh, Fantine, our time is running out But Fantine, I swear this on my
humongous I said T.I hold ya head And Mack hold ya head Wish I could but I can't say some other names cause of the feds And to my bloods, cold red Man
feeding our family Ya'll call it a tragedy, Damn How I could just kill a man His blood flow like a river and rinse his blood off of my hand If you hearing