Sangtekster:
Underneath The Gun Rising Words

every breath trying not to fall In retracing the steps of our past The beginning was thought the end Losing every ability to pretend Forcing down the rising words

every breath trying not to fall In retracing the steps of our past The beginning was thought the end Losing every ability to pretend Forcing down the rising words

sista flowin bass swish, you claim to be tha sweetest but tha style I flex is crazy. Never again, know struggles, see Mo Thug, we on tha rise, everyday

that honored day And though oceans lie between us Lifted candles light the way Half will join their hands by moonlight The rest under the rising sun As underneath

wanna-be hard rock dicks and start running when my gun kicks Leaving niggas dead on arrival, and keeping it real is my means of survival I rise to the

without a clue I bring the truth to you, it's not new to help my cause, the rise or inflation the incline of western civilization words to enlighten

Face me, you claim to be the sweetest But the style I flex is crazy, never again no struggles See Mo Thug, we on the rise everyday I feel the swisha as