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tragedy khadafi - still reporting lyrics

[intro]
ladies and gentlemen
(ladies and gentlemen)
allow me to bare my soul
(it’s the god, respect it)
2+5 sh+t
all is fair in love
sunken treasures
love’s a crazy game
this one right here, it’s for all the fallen soldiers
two people vow to stay
love is love
in love as one they say
respect it
but all is changed with time

[verse 1]
a gangster’s dream, a fed’s nightmare
to a hood near you, we right there
projects, where the wolves bleed
slugs f+ck up your thug walk, slow up your speed
yo kafirun, mahdi, munafiqun
2+5, we on a deadline
n+ggas stay tuned
i write with a lifeless pain
thug with a righteous brain
covenant, spit at the government with a sniper’s aim
overall
i splash over y’all
thugs rep my doctrine, like the final call
blood type israelite, i got aura
i fall back and write surah, then spit torah
world going in flames like sodom and gomorrah
till my blood stop flowing, heart stop beating
till they lay me down in the earth, i stop breathing
energy pass through other forms, i’m not leaving
[hook]
yo, still reporting
qb, we gonna put it down
yo, we putting in work, my hood will spray rounds
echo through the projects, you hear the loud sound
fall back, honor the god, that’s how we get down
still reporting
qb, we gonna put it down
we putting in work, my hood will spray rounds
echo through the projects, you hear the loud sound
fall back, honor the god, that’s how we get down

[verse 2]
i hug block till i hug sky
the slugs fly
screw b+tch, read palm, said i violently die
f+ck that, i ain’t even got the time to look back
exotic gunplay, methodically i spit my mac
yo, queensbridge, the new egypt
my science is the best secret
i leave n+ggas paraplegic
yo, it’s f+cked up
when you need machines to breathe with
i settle wars, wrap your turban on some creep sh+t
watch who you do your dirt with
who you sleep with
get your heads, get they kids back telling secrets
to the thieves, amphibians my enemies
rock army fatigues, and lay up in the trees
spray that ass down with rounds all in they knees
.40 cal produce weight, you not balling
elohim cowards get to screaming and crawling
open fiery pits you have that ass falling
creep ass n+gga
[outro]
the road you leave behind
ahead lies mystery
but all is fair in love
i had to go away
a writer takes his pen
to write the words again

- tragedy khadafi lyrics

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