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cracka g - blood of the covenant lyrics

riggin’ rhymes in rotary park
that’s where we hit the mark
so long ago, didn’t know, that a lighter spark
when combined with the fauna we had torn apart
would invoke such a fire deep inside my heart
spell+weaving arts with the whack wicked wizard dope
smoke a bowl, bust a bud, and blow out a toke
rolling scrolls burning fumes of marijuana smoke
lost souls remembered through the runes wrote

cruising down to rotary park, that’s where i oughta be
got jack will and peyton we’re makin’ our way back from the river
they got my back when i’m stoned or drinking burning liquor
making bad decisions, you know it, and now wе’re learning quicker
wcf: you know that’s who’s pulling up
i got my boys with mе, fill the bong, we’ll be tokin’ up
crackas pack heat, we compete without
other crackas on the scene, always tweakin’ out
left ’em behind, pulling through for my crime family
that’s the wcf always rolling with me
people told me run and hide, but i provide for my gs
putting crackas on a better path to sobriety

got my crew and the cold messiah here at my side
grab the green, wet a wood, we goin’ for a ride
law don’t matter in the hood so we never abide
not afraid of the police cause we’re immortalized
i never change, unless it’s for the better
i keep it real, no vegan leather
the blood of my crew’s thick, our bonds’ll never sever
together in the streets even in bad weather

get grinding in college if you’re a go+getter
school’s for fools and i must educate the graduators
moon mountains of knowledge that i could teach ya
instead i call my frozen prophet to come preach to ya
in whitecourt, i took care of my family
cold messiah warned me, “you must treat ’em properly”
even if they rap, long as gonna lie to me
my crew of criminals conniving should cause a calamity
so much strain, blowing smoke like a train, insane’s the pain
in music flowing out of his brain
reflecting life so hard he must inhale propane
because he burns a lot of fuel when he parades in the rain
what it do, mane, i thought you sober
said you’d never change, but these times have gotten colder
in whitecourt we were kids, we might’ve grown older
the blood of my crew’s thick, we’re still shoulder to shoulder

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