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Young Knives Go To Ground

nobody wins a stalemate So press pause Press pause And if we don't go to ground Together we may drown (x4) And if we don't go to ground Together

is fair A tap on my shoulder, I turn around Too Big is dyin' fast, he's on the ground I reach for my gat, it was too late The knives went pointblank

s why I'm the torso I pour sweat when I perform shows What I record goes down as the best, but the vets won't let that torch go Y'all could keep it, they

in your backyard." Wow! God says go to your backyard and start digging? That makes perfect sense! Joseph Smith went up on that hill And dug where he was told And deep in the ground

in your backyard." Wow! God says go to your backyard and start digging? That makes perfect sense! Joseph Smith went up on that hill And dug where he was told And deep in the ground

hit the weight pile The brothers was swole The attitudes was cold Felt the tension on the yard From the young and the old But I'm a warrior I got my ground

in your backyard." Wow! God says go to your backyard and start digging? That makes perfect sense! Joseph Smith went up on that hill And dug where he was told And deep in the ground