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walk though the soul its a journey, your words cannot hurt me
theyre like a trickle to the flame eternally burning
and steady yearning, a seat placed next to god
am i wrong cuz im taking over lucifers spot
im seeing shots in the dark, like infared beams
to the screams of a cop, i dance the balled of dreams
cuz im still forever patiant countng tickets to fame
im layin low till the moment we back ballin again
devise a plan, im a rider, i gotta sucedd
fuck em all, thats my motto, watch em choke and bleed
and me
there some riders in this place, betta cover your face now
yall gone if we ball, fuck em all
we comin closer to the father, if your speakin you a bother now
its rider or die and the muthafuckin sky turns black
and we posed for the attack
we comin closer to the father, if your speakin you a bother now
these military tactics got the game all backward
rising up from the ashes, an army of bastered
pullin down towers, dont call to your jesus
i tapped into space and found telekanesis
so here me, freely, speaking in tongues
the fear burning inside me has got me closer to guns
count my sums for fun, it never reaches one
i dash back to the spot, all i hear is run
and shots fired, two officers down
and what now, the bodies gotta drown
its all a game untill it reaches you, when will you play?
or will you stray, and wait for a better day
a new day, for an artist, in the world of gangs
affilated with the thugs tryin to find him a way
my name is stolli, the rest must be writtin blood
so just call me if you want me and ill battle wit god
the blood sheds, if a military mind commands and it
were soul bandits, lyrically dissolve the gambit
and can you stand it , the constant resolve of break fall
you kill us once, and well come back with an army to ball
see im not hard, im not bold, but im not easyily sold
i understand the parameters and ready to fold
but if you give me a second, and a good reason to rush
i dont get angry very often but im ready to crush and bust
so come say a sweet prayer (to the lord)
as you tell him life, it aint fare (do you dare)
come and join the movement of gods
through the stars we tryin to get ours
kill em , this is the s to the t to the o to the L
to the I, let them burn let the muthafuckers fry
let them die, its the only way to challenge what we hate
gotta break from the hands of the fake yeah
