that Heaven sent, wipes out in rage All guns, all guns blazing All guns, all guns blazing All guns, all guns blazing All guns, all guns blazing
Best run. They come from all directions For your identity, for your freedom, To give the Mark of the Beast. Rebel. They don't come in peace. Believe,
Styles like Al Pacino Reno until the carcelino The mad dino with the cambino, the gambino Digger than Jim COlisemo More reservoir dogs than Tarantino
THE BATTLE'S JUST ME AND YOU SORRY, ME AND YOUR CREW THERE'S NO WHERE TO RUN, SO WHEN YOU END UP GETTIN' BLAZED, PUT YOUR ASHES IN AN URN AND MAKE SURE
this uh It's like this yo Yo when I rap on a song Where you at is the storm And when the gat's in my palm Where you at is the wrong Call me blaze
Medieval Legends Demonic Crossroads to Ancient Dungeons Burning as I'm Lurking Deep Within A Gateway through this Sacred Mist to the Blazing Demondome
the searing burst of fire, As other truncated stiffs await the flames in a torpor, My nose is beset with the reek of blazing corpses... Entrails eradicated
Just Blaze, Bleek and Free right? So I could get a hook or verse or sumthin'? (Get outta here!) Stick to makin' beats, I stick to yo' moms, nigga Just blaze
-john Blaze J-j-john Blaze Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed J-j-john Blaze J-j-john Blaze Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed
: scratches by DJ Spinbad J-J-J-John Blaze Ja-Ja-ah-John Bla-Blaze J-Ja-J-Ja, John Blaze "Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed!" -- Method Man
they were lost, so please listen to me, and stop dissin? a G, 'cause I got they remedy on how ya?ll can be free. [Hook] Blazing microphones, bringing
You look so fine (you sure was number one to me -- you john blaze) In every way, (john blaze) ooh yeah You look john blaze (john blaze) youre john blaze
) You look so fine (You sure was number one to me, you John Blaze) In every way, ooh, yeah (John Blaze) You look John Blaze, you're John Blaze (John Blaze
thinks nowt of the cost & sets alight to his own hosterlryyyyy [Chorus:] FLAMES GROW HIGH, IN THE BLAZE OF THE BOROUGH JIMMY FRIED. IN THE BLAZE OF THE BOROUGH THE BLAZE
you Don't trust in spoken words Discover your own sense They try to put you down And things become undone Blaze of first warning Trust just yourself Blaze
rip Torn up and mean Blastmaster racks the ground Bent on survival Full throttle hammers down A deadly scream All guns, all guns blazing Forced into
Desert... Night... Red Eyes eats through Coyotes Feel the Cold Wave of The Dark A Strong Light - The Only Night the Vast Nocturnal Landscape from the
Face of the Goat in the Mirror As Once they Gazed upon the Hillside Searching for the Memories... Eyes Burn like (an) October Sunrise only seen by