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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
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Blood for Blood
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Killarmy |