Letras:
A3E

A typichal street Corner ass nigga once a nigga always a nigga now a public figure, but i still serve a muthafucka if i have too cause i slanging them

What the Soul tries to project is when existing in rap, You're living in a fulltime era (This is a recording!) (This is a recording) (Life) [POS:] Puttin

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: With battleaxes drawn we race across the sky Hunting down our enemies, we will see them die A juggernaut of steel carries us to the end Unleash a bloody

: Don't walk the cold and ruthless streets They drain the life from all they meet The servants crying underground Smelling mortal blood like hounds As

, a mutiny is brewing The first mate draws his cutlass forth, towards the captain challenging a duel You've sentenced us to a watery grave, this ship will sink into the sea A

news of war In a fortnight they'll be here, legions of the nameless fear Our king he cannot lead, our king is growing old With a courageous cry, a young

: In the year four thousand fifty five, Wykydtron came to life Born of a scientific design to serve all human kind Artificial intelligence bred for future

: Kill the Orcs, slay the Orcs, destroy the Orcs You returned late home that night Evidence all around you from the flight You see your family's blood