Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eternal, artist - Blaze Ya Dead Homie. Album song The Casket Factory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.01.2016
Record label: Majik Ninja Entertainment
Song language: English
Eternal |
Recognize, that I am not alive |
I survived in the sands of the hourglass of time |
I’m the chalk line outline everything is mine |
From the wind to the Earth to the shadows far behind |
I’m the stars in the sky and I shine so bright |
I’m eternal, I’m the reason that the day turns night |
I’m the water and the sun, I’m the bullet in your gun |
I’m the finger on the trigger and I’m 'bout to blast one |
I ain’t ever give a shit, all them bitches better recognize |
The dead motherfucker on the block |
And I’m baptized in the blood of the fallen |
Keep it G, going HAM, Yosemite Sam |
Fuck around be the next hologram |
Big dog way off the collar, don’t bother |
With the cage, can’t keep me like the way I need my space |
Going six feet deep, where the dead man sleeps |
With the rats that creep, am I blessed for weeks? |
And the maggots still seep by the open wounds |
Dressed like a Vagabond draped in tatted runes |
I’ve been left for dead, misread and misquoted |
Been stepped over, unless a man would have voted |
Under pressures of those with their bloated egos |
Sense of righteousness and the path that they chose |
Never know the half, you are last, you’re the past |
Going backwards real fast, that’s why they laugh |
It’s all about pro?, you bitches better hope |
I don’t see you on the streets cause I’m going to your dome |
With the handle of the 38 special fuck the tissue |
Facial reconstruction from the beating that I issue |
Fuck you know that I miss you, you’s a bitch, it’s official |
Talk that shit, get your neck slit quick on some box cutter shit |
Of the graveyard shift, laugh as blood drips, yelling |
(Majik Ninja bitch!) |
You think you know me? |
If only you fuckin' phony |
Think a motherfucker can control me? |
You can blow me |
And blow balls of the has been stars |
As they fall they about as relevant as a mall |
Meaning they dying off, fast march on the ends? |
Take your last statement of the? |
lap dance? |
You had your chance, pop bottles |
And everything in your grips just like you won the lotto |