| chorus: Blood for Blood without rewards
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| a bullet hears my true love sign
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| in life’s young dreams to all
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| Blood for blood
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| Blood for Blood without rewards
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| (Dom PaChino)
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| Deep in the hot sands of Savannah, stands a rhymin’highlander,
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| Mental expander with all the propaganda
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| You in a contest, on his conquest
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| lies a rap voyager, articla lyricist
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| Lyrics are Delhi like asbestis
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| You get cardiac arrested by the specialist
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| Commando with no encore, sore like a bald eagle
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| to this world full of evil
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| a shields of forcefield, transparent like Dear Parks spring water
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| tracks are trench slaughter like a chainsaw massacre
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| an ancient warrior trapped in Castlevania
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| One more way to explain is anger
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| (Shogun Assason)
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| To all my universal soldiers stay at attention
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| while I strategize an invasion, the mission be assasination
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| snipers hittin’car casins with semi-automatic shots heard around the world
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| My part is to control the globe and hold the world hostage
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| and my fingertips with tight grips like Atlas
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| See I got a warplan more deadlier than Hitler
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| It was all written down in ancient scriptures
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| Chorus: a bullet hears my true love sign
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| in life’s young dreams to all
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| Blood for Blood
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| Blood for Blood without rewards
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| a bullet hears my true love sign
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| in life’s young dreams to all
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| Blood for blood
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| (9th Prince)
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| Yo, a re-genesis, a speak lyricist, X-ray visionist
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| lyrical specialist under world terrorist
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| my razorblade custom sharpness
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| sharpin’the sword 'n're-killed by the lord
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| the last platoon set up a camp fire on the moon
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| Be built of a will, illuminate soon
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| all my soldiers train with eagle claws
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| first to three of military laws
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| we create a massacre like Texas chainsaw
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| blood for blood keep the unity thick like mud
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| Killarmy attack 'n'pell of fighters
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| Deadly control of Lone Rangers, soap a sky blackness
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| Squadron ally bombers like Hitler and the battle of Britain
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| analyse my vision then join my collision
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| which is a war conviction, militant chamber that’s headin'
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| Chorus: my true love sign
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| in life’s young dreams to all
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| blood for blood
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| blood for blood
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| (Beretta 9)
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| Yo, check the convoy is parachutes diploid
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| a squadron of arment Killarms garment, it’s sexist
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| surrender yo’shows 'n'yo'weapons
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| force the section pass the ammonition
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| shit is deep as I walk into danger
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| blowin’up spots with bad times 'n'anger
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| outlaws dipped to black for T-cap
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| with more force to loot
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| I bomb beyond the strike back
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| the Army, seven man deep, back to back
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| I pullin’out gats, lounchin’deadly attacks
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| I be goin’to war, unheard 'n'unseen
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| awakin’from yo’dreams, puck gunshots 'n'screams
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| don’t got time for the snitchers, leave 'em count their stitches
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| make 'em take a fall in the bloody ditches
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| Beretta 9 givin’it raw, blood for blood
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| now we’ve gathered all at war
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| Chorus: why, blood for blood
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| blood for blood without rewards
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| a bullet hears my true love sign
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| in life’s young dreams to all
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| blood for blood
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| blood for blood without rewards
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| a bullet hears my true love sign
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| in life’s young dreams to all
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| blood for blood
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| blood for blood without rewards |