Mission Lyrics

This one is dedicated to the mothers

Who lose their sons that be the worse day

And good luck to all those who hated my way

I'm sorry god you wrote this but this is the way i gotta play

Load up guns n ammunition

Break the bank go ahead n finish em

Number one rule im not a killa

But

If you force test me iImight have to murk the Reala

If you force test me I purchase the Ruger

Load up guns n ammunition

Break the bank go ahead n finish em

Number one rule im not a killa

But

If you force test me I might have to murk the Reala

Numba one fighter

What's the issue

Load up magazine ammunition

Can't find moi

Right now im on a mission (Atelier!)

C'est la vie I wasn't born a christian

Come through the chapel

But don't make noise

Or bring attention

We the hidden warriors

In need of a safe haven

To save the heavens

Lord keep me holy and protect my brothers

Since the first day

I'm making hiphop on my birthday

I'm getting over my worse day

Load up the switches and fire up the swishers

I got a big wish coming up

And its the end of all missions

It's time to end debate on whose more important

We're suppose to dine n sip wine while we unite

We can do it tonight you just need to hold on tight

You got an mc for the fortnight

But these witches eating my heart with a fork n knife

And these bitches complaining bout a birth right

I was hoping that this would be earth's first cry

But I think we both know its the last horn

And this time I might have to curse right

I remember Ramallah in the late

The shit don't feel the same

All we caught was the wind

Ain't been caught

Even though we had guns aiming at our heads

Keepin' the same circle was a lie

Now I need to die

Haa...funny guy

I got hope

But you have to simmer

I was born a winner

But I might die as a sinner

Lord knows we both have to work right

I just got this hope with the most might

But sometimes I just don't know no better