Whole Lotta Red Tyson James (Ft. Bryson Gray)
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[Intro: Movie Quote]
You bring the crowns and heads of conquered kings to my city steps
You insult my queen
You threaten my people with slavery and death
Now, I've chosen my words carefully, Persian
Perhaps, you should have done the same
This is blasphemy
This madness!
This is Sparta!
[Verse 1: Tyson James]
Yeah, okay
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Nah, it's Jesus, e'rybody's gettin' purged in the flame
It's homicide from the sky, He come to murder the lame
Me and the squad, we servе God, y'all are servin' the Cain
[Verse 2: Tyson James]
You on thе wrong side, if we gon' ride, y'all lose
Me and my goons stay covered in the blood, no truce
I know you tryna flex, but you got no juice
We vote Trump, y'all a slump, y'all a got no roots
[Verse 3: Tyson James]
Pull up with the motorcade, it's a total raid, and we motivate
Anybody that voted would revolt, because we know it's fake
Notice, homie, e'rybody loaded, don't get blown away
And you can try to hex, ain't scared of death, 'cause I know His name
You bring the crowns and heads of conquered kings to my city steps
You insult my queen
You threaten my people with slavery and death
Now, I've chosen my words carefully, Persian
Perhaps, you should have done the same
This is blasphemy
This madness!
This is Sparta!
[Verse 1: Tyson James]
Yeah, okay
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Nah, it's Jesus, e'rybody's gettin' purged in the flame
It's homicide from the sky, He come to murder the lame
Me and the squad, we servе God, y'all are servin' the Cain
[Verse 2: Tyson James]
You on thе wrong side, if we gon' ride, y'all lose
Me and my goons stay covered in the blood, no truce
I know you tryna flex, but you got no juice
We vote Trump, y'all a slump, y'all a got no roots
[Verse 3: Tyson James]
Pull up with the motorcade, it's a total raid, and we motivate
Anybody that voted would revolt, because we know it's fake
Notice, homie, e'rybody loaded, don't get blown away
And you can try to hex, ain't scared of death, 'cause I know His name
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