Texty:
Head Wound City

have knocked me off my feet again got me feeling like I'm nothing You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard, calling me out when I'm wounded You

done been through every hood, dead niggas gone rap In the heart of a victim murda is monumental I don't complicate shit, yeah I keep it simple My bullet wounds

artillery A black blind governor, a rich white mayor Man, this whole city ain't got a prayer Bobby has invaded, now the whole town's slated Your decapitated head

face Give me the mic and I'ma mangle it, tangle it Definitely the people see that I got the hang of it Pig you gotta try to make a mockery of a city

I'll box your fuckin' head off, who gon' knock the kid off? None of y'all which one of y'all come try me I'll body little homeboy silence that sound boy

m blessed like the seed who sucked the milk from Mahalia You wishin' Shaolin Island could be swallowed up by the sea Gobbled up, like the lost city of

No earthly will may halt the spill Of blood from wounds and tears from grieving eyes And the black cock crows And a dead wind blows Below me burn the city

begins Their revenge is sought through violence Smashing, killing, stabbing, pounding Iron weapons clash, evil warriors strike Hammers cracking skulls, axes chopping heads

the ground Wanted man in the Windy City Wanted man in Tennessee Wanted man in Broken Arrow Wanted man in Wounded Knee Wanted man in Jackson Town Wanted man in El Paso I got bounties on my head