All Capital Anthem (feat. Daboiloc, Frank Blak, Mazyn, Dip Black, AGS Smooth, Nino Corleone, Snoozy The Sage, Gabona & Rhi da Baddie) - Allcapyow, KG Jay & OTG Stiffy

From A place where dark days are common Wild brutes These dog days are coming To a few this may be uncommon Daily politics but ain't no house of commons (Nah) Born leaders Sworn survivors From the gutter In the grit is where you'll find us Separate the weak from the fighters Presented as the minority with mass destruction behind us No rest for the wicked round ere Souls lost like the wicker man's here And I swear they got wicked man ear Dem A gwarn wicked like they nah care (uh) I can't blame them Looks like hope has forsaken brave men Look to the skies and pray, Amen But no rest for the wicked no days end No rest for the wicked round here No rest for the wicked round here And I still Feed the Ghost. No rest for the wicked round here And I swear they got wicked man here And I still Feed the Ghost. No rest for the wicked round here No rest for the wicked round here And I still Feed the Ghost. No rest for the wicked round here And I swear they got wicked man here And I still Feed the Ghost. This coming from a place where dark days are common I walk through the grounds of sodom They say reap we saw the fruits of your labour But it's like these laboured fruits are rotten Death on the path Till death do us part Death of the heart (Callousness) Baring the scares of the pain of my past Through the apathy translate in these bars Locked in a cage fight Face to face with my consequences From decisions that I made I Felt like I would fall by the wayside And not make it through the raging fire It's thin line between love and hate Fear and Faith I situate in a lukewarm state (Lord help me) No rest for the wicked till we feel death embrace No rest for the wicked round here No rest for the wicked round here And I still Feed the Ghost. No rest for the wicked round here And I swear they got wicked man here And I still Feed the Ghost. No rest for the wicked round here No rest for the wicked round here And I still Feed the Ghost. No rest for the wicked round here And I swear they got wicked man here And I still Feed the Ghost. Look behind the eyes and see, Someone else's memory, I'm taking to it easily, Someone else's you and me, We know what you do, And we see where you go. So Look behind the eyes and see, Someone else's memory, I'm taking to it easily, Someone else's you and me, We know what you do But I still Feed the Ghost. And I still Feed the Ghost And I still Feed the Ghost And I still Feed the Ghost No rest for the wicked round here No rest for the wicked round here No rest for the wicked round here No rest for the wicked round here And I swear they got wicked man here No rest for the wicked round here No rest for the wicked round here No rest for the wicked round here No rest for the wicked round here And I swear they got wicked man here

Burn 'em, burn 'em All this money I'll be making Imma burn 'em Burn 'em, I'm american Left them playin' with this fire Imma burn 'em Murder, it's a murder Disrespect us, Imma spark it, Imma burn 'em And I'll be searching, I'll be lurking, Imma herd 'em And all these bridges that I'm building Imma burn 'em Burn 'em, burn 'em, burn 'em, burn 'em All this money I'll be making Imma burn 'em Burn 'em Smoke it up Burn 'em Walking with this bucket, Imma serve 'em Spinning on the block with a mop, I disturb 'em I nevеr killed a nigga, but I'm ready to spit a whole lot on a person Havе a curse, I'm about to merge on a nigga's turf Imma let a nigga burn, burn, let 'em burn And these pussies better learn when I pull up on my purge Make a nigga see stars spinning, leave him on a curb Burn 'em, burn 'em, burn 'em, burn 'em All this money I'll be making Imma burn 'em Burn 'em One, two, three Run 'em down until the other town And I got it on me nigga, don't you fuck around Moving with these tickets in a whip not to shift But I'll switch it to the beat when I'm standing on your ground You should know to never come around my town You're not welcome in the hood, 'cause you a clown I got shooters ready just to let you down And they not afraid to waste a couple rounds Burn 'em, burn 'em, burn 'em, burn 'em All this money I'll be making Imma burn 'em Burn 'em Burn