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Blood Of The Martyr

They call me white Devil, black Jesus Heaven closes, Hell freezes Ego's trippin', scripts keep flippin' Bloods keep bloodin', Crips keep crippin' Time

sword of Islam The rebels in China, the Sikhs and the Tams The house of our Father, the volumes of guilt The luck of the Irish, the blood that we've spilt The angels and martyrs

My beginning?, yo [Killah Priest] A dark December eve my mother conceive a species Some sorta rare breed believed to be of gods seed With royal blood

My blood moves I feel all right My ritual followed us to paradise My blood moves I feel all right Don't touch me 'Cause I've had too much to feel tonight

ideas When they cut me loose, the time had served me well I made allies in heaven, I made comrades in hell I was a Catholic child The blood ran red The blood

up, like a paraplegia Or paraplegic, I parallel park In a red and yellow thang, old school Atlanta Hawk Like I'm from Collipark, but I'm from Hollygrove! Now all my Bloods

what country Under the sun You can't mete justice From the barrel of a gun, a gun. Shoot to kill 'til both sides have their fill 'til both sides have their martyrs

they know what to do CIA assassins are coming with guns The people will mourn for dead priests and nuns Kill with no mercy, men and women of the cloth Ineffective martyrs

them in vain So he turned his back on them And left them in pain Now here come the saints With their banners held high Each one of them martyrs Quite