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radamiz - warriorr lyrics

[intro]
even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there
and yet, death is very likely the single best invention of life
it’s life’s change agent: it clears out the old to make way for the new

[chorus]
warriorr, warriorr, warriorr
warriorr, warriorr, warriorr
warriorr, warriorr, warriorr
warriorr, warriorr, warriorr
warriorr, warriorr, warriorr

[verse 1]
zig zag zig’s off the zig zags
the hands, that can change the world forever
puts the indica together
rarely, just at times where the camaraderie calls for it
take a hit with you for scholarly sharing of war stories
i’m all in it, my all’s on it, allah’s talking
more viral than flying saucers while rhyming off+beat
spit like trugoy, gift my girl a uruguay
they hit brigante to sign us like sudafed for the useful breath
the reporters gon’ vomit, the president’s praying
the mothers lamenting, the gangsters escaping
mali wop bricks of cocaine with depression
mardi gras whips still unpaid is my preference
taj mahal crib for my kids, i’m a peasant
i’d barely exist if it wasn’t for leverage
put my pub in my daughter’s name should i perish
30 years dodging tacklers, all american, all american
what you call a carnivore we eat for breakfast
burn the brioche, yogurt, caffeine beverage
we ate unfulfilled wishes as adolescents
[chorus]
warriorr, warriorr, warriorr
warriorr, warriorr, warriorr
warriorr, warriorr, warriorr
warriorr, warriorr, warriorr
warriorr, warriorr, warriorr

[verse 2]
give a f+ck what they say, i’ma execute
catch the body then windex the residue
death comes in threes, it’s tris+xual
told the law enforcement:
“how much have you bonded with the community you profit off making poverty monstrous?”
something i said trickled into his subconscious
leo tolstoy blasting, something hid in glove compartment
never owned a white flag, i’m the winner’s winner
with no scar i can k!ll a simba
popping off with precision when tensions lift up
maniac with the kismet, religious sinner
give my brain to the church, eat my skin for dinner i done blitzed, remember
put the stilts on the inf for little
diagnostics can’t believe what they seen within him
diagnostics only saw psalms, red wine and riddles

[chorus]
warriorr, warriorr, warriorr
warriorr, warriorr, warriorr
warriorr

- radamiz lyrics

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