[Chorus: Nina Simone]
"It's going to be like dying..."
"It's going to be like dying..."
"It's going to be like dying..."
"It's going to be like dying..."
Yo, serious

[Verse]
Yo, fuck the long talk, guns bought, borers and choppers at the front door
Once more Terra Firm returns for the encore
Prepare for the onslaught
(Yeah) with it in l'Angleterre your entore
Your chiefs never seen war, I'm C4
Blood, your 64 Commodore
Take two draw and get lift off my gforce
Your soul shiver when the Grim come to Reap yours
Get exposed like buff batty and petite drawers
To speak yours and forever hold your p's or prepare for the street wars
I live by the laws of cause and effects
You best pause for the thought or get four to the head
'Cause I murder the verse, hurt you with words worse than the desert Eagles that burst
Some murk leaving you leaking in hearse
Heathens get hurt, heard you scheming with demons at work
When I'm seeking to find the deepest, the deepest, meaning on Earth to refer, see my suburb that attract bees and birds and a batch believe my words
With the minimum words, we're back at the herbs
And she's spinning the urge and you're feeling the fucking flows
[Chorus: Nina Simone]
"It's going to be like dying..."
Skully, Klashenkoff
"It's going to be like dying..."
"It's going to be like dying..."
"It's going to be like dying..."


Always been through a couple scraps, but you always had my back
Covered, like a puffer Jack, and I showed you love for that
Remember, when I broke up with my girl? I thought fuck the rap but you said, nice inspired me to get my hustle back. Said, don't watch the chat watch from The Gap
Stuck in the habitat with P, dog, with black b's. As I walk through the shadows of death Hills and Valleys
Blood. I fear. Nobody nobody


Yeah. Only know what? What

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