t struggle, I'm stronger than you are. Just one question I'm dying to ask, you said, do you know what it's like to be hunted?
I only had a day And I know that's why you left me In your own sad little way I am gone, disappeared But I hear a young dove crying Three thousand miles
, but it's not fair I break the rules, so I don't care So I keep doin' my own thing Walkin' tall against the rain Victory's within the mile Almost there
This for all my thundercats that feel my flow To slang weight, my young guns will steal ya O's Catch a bellin' down Lukerson & Hunt de-real a ho In ya
wanna settle down Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down Pound to echo loud, bout 7 miles Doc, dirty Jersey, hunt
play wifey, wanna settle down Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down Pound to echo loud, bout 7 miles Doc, dirty Jersey, hunt
secret I'm reachin' beyond that cheap talk 'Cause we fought battles and this water make yo' trunk rattle So if it's beef you searchin' fo' I run with poachers who hunt
me up, son Yo, Ross, what up, my nigga? (Murderous shit) Aiyo, aiyo Word to the gold panamaras and to the wood grain in my labo I go the extra mile,
the brain tissue The shells was evidence of a violent event That left a young dealer bent from a hundred rounds spent The lifestyle is a thousand miles
Or in your Nissan stting on lorenzos Back in Philly we be ou in the park A place called the plateau is where everybody goes Guys out hunting and girls
well it's hard to say It was kissing my eyelids and burning my face away Dying felt so goddamn good today We dance the electric Pagan Love Song We hunt
jungle, I like its style Let it grow for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles All the creatures big and small I don't go hunting 'cause I like
, we gotta reach 'em We came to hunt, we brought some friends Like Stone Cold Steve Austin John Michael Montgomery might come on through (somethin?) to hunt
reservation With a baby called 'shut up and wait' And the missionary school by the alehouse Is teaching him how to hate In loserville...loserville It's 15 miles
for miles I had tears in my eyes Through forest and moors as the clouds filled the skies The storm broke upon us with fury and flame Both hunters and hunted
We hold the seeds of metal And we scatter them around We'll eat you up and spit you out Like a pack of wolves on the hunt We are the kings of madness