missing of their loads. In the dusk of the evening all hands in from the cold, And we counted nine hundred fine scalps in the hold. Oh now we are loaded
Old man lying by the side of the road With the lorries rolling by, Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load And the building scrape the sky, Cold
front there were girls in the back And there were girls pettin' squirrels And there were squirrels smokin' crack With an old Navy Seal and the D.E.A. And a loaded
he was king at the plate He kept his eye on the ball and sealed the pitcher?s fate And every time he?d stand on deck You?d hear him say Load up the
guy with a shoulder to cry on With one bit of advice only You gotta inch your way, working every day Showing her all your love Lighten her load
Hardcore thuggish shit, could care less if the bitches love it But they do cuz I stay True, They Rushing Takin Pictures of Us Gangsta Trill as Bobby Seale
flow's premature, clean your dirt diaper Mic heister, psycho, alpha-schizo Hypno, chryo-gat flow, guru and ain't nobody tighter Sway & Tech heard me flow and it's sealed
the spot Pyromaniax burning, blazing hot Why would you wanna challenge a guy like me, if you not clever (come on) Dirtier than prostitutes sweating in hot weather Load
Soldier punches the code opens the airlock with ease Sealing himself from the world turning computerised keys Nuclear missile a top secret course a target
[Talking] Yeah... It's that real this time around Immortal Technique... Revolutionary Vol. 2 It's on now mother fucker.. Lock and load! [Verse 1] This
get my cake, low, cock, and load I'ma guerrilla nigga walking wit' a pump in my hand M-11 around my back wit' two glocks in my pants Load a bag of that
of course Since my love is like the Mafia (And for you I will fight) Mister and misses but I wonder where the bliss is Sealed in blood and Cordion kisses
Amplify your mind while you're puffin on a bone One hit then I see right through the bullshit Media blitz, got people loading their clips Spreading the hate now your sealing
hold the cepters so it slips Now who's equip to come up on a grip Abraver with Fraiser Lee I wait for the response And I'm locked and loaded missiles
Moving around on your own and you're bloated Tryin' to walk out your door but you're loaded I feel the words you hear I climb the walls you build You
any price if you find it this cheap Trump tight, love hundred dollar bills Secrets than can kill, you can trust me, my lips are sealed There's some rules
oh shoot - get a load of that fruit in thigh high boots, red tighy whiteys and blue cat suit even the rats know it's tacky - "y'all ain't seen me slippin