All Thats Left Remix by El Bandito Lyrics
[Intro: El Bandito]
Yo, you got that new album?
Yeah!
It's ready!
I'm ready!
We ready!
Yeah!
Let's go!
[Intro Hook]
Don't make it hard, or pretend
Grace amended all that's left
Of you and i...
[Verse 1: El Bandito]
I've transformed into a demon, there's no going back
They look at El Bandito like he's on the wrong track
So whether whatever the weapons I'm bringing
There's no holding back
A cruel world order, everybody toting gats
Imma smoke out these heathens, with my own damned legion
Fuck around with treason, trap ya souls in my speakers
I reload with light speed, put holes in ya preachers
Committing devious acts against their holy leaders
Only Jesus, they'll see, a red version with horns
Malicious entities who get's pleasure from gore
That's spilled on the floor, and they only want more
An assembly line of humans to die soon as they born
Get ripped and torn to pieces on a daily basis
It's mainly basics in Hell's eternal nation
A huge price to pay if you wanna be famous
My hatred reigns in every song I've ever created
[Hook]
Don't make it hard, or pretend
Grace amended all that's left
Don't make it hard, or pretend
Grace amended all that's left
[Verse 2: El Bandito]
This my exercise, lyrics brutally disciplined
To strike only when the lines constructed glistening
With sickening twists, I split shit while you quibbling
... Tryna follow the ride without ya insulin
Sweet murder, I'll straight finish 'em
Put 'em in a body bag, right before they whispering
Forgiveness of sins, last breath of these victims and...
Eyes open, zip 'em up because of my addictions
To lyrical contribution in the form of hip-hop
I spit till the earth dries up, it get's hot
Enough to flame boil suckers with your shit talk
My bars strong enough to leave ya jaw dislodged
And that's not all, I'm bout ta bring it to the next level
Expelling wack muthafuckas and they bestsellers
... I am hell sent, taking all you bitches with me
Driven to the point of insanity, bout ta' get gritty
[Hook]
Don't make it hard, or pretend
Grace amended all that's left
Don't make it hard, or pretend
Grace amended all that's left
[Verse 3: El Bandito]
They say it's lonely at the top, but I'm lonely at the bottom
Fuck all you non-believing muthafuckas who got a problem
We got nothing in common, while you busy chugging bottles
I'm busy chasing my dreams and conquering quantum
I leave competition to the brink of destruction
And break they backs so they unable to function
You punk muthafuckas don't want part of this discussion
Words tear you inside out, spontaneous combustion
[Hook]
Don't make it hard, or pretend
Grace amended all that's left
Don't make it hard, or pretend
Grace amended all that's left
Of you and i...
Yo, you got that new album?
Yeah!
It's ready!
I'm ready!
We ready!
Yeah!
Let's go!
[Intro Hook]
Don't make it hard, or pretend
Grace amended all that's left
Of you and i...
[Verse 1: El Bandito]
I've transformed into a demon, there's no going back
They look at El Bandito like he's on the wrong track
So whether whatever the weapons I'm bringing
There's no holding back
A cruel world order, everybody toting gats
Imma smoke out these heathens, with my own damned legion
Fuck around with treason, trap ya souls in my speakers
I reload with light speed, put holes in ya preachers
Committing devious acts against their holy leaders
Only Jesus, they'll see, a red version with horns
Malicious entities who get's pleasure from gore
That's spilled on the floor, and they only want more
An assembly line of humans to die soon as they born
Get ripped and torn to pieces on a daily basis
It's mainly basics in Hell's eternal nation
A huge price to pay if you wanna be famous
My hatred reigns in every song I've ever created
[Hook]
Don't make it hard, or pretend
Grace amended all that's left
Don't make it hard, or pretend
Grace amended all that's left
[Verse 2: El Bandito]
This my exercise, lyrics brutally disciplined
To strike only when the lines constructed glistening
With sickening twists, I split shit while you quibbling
... Tryna follow the ride without ya insulin
Sweet murder, I'll straight finish 'em
Put 'em in a body bag, right before they whispering
Forgiveness of sins, last breath of these victims and...
Eyes open, zip 'em up because of my addictions
To lyrical contribution in the form of hip-hop
I spit till the earth dries up, it get's hot
Enough to flame boil suckers with your shit talk
My bars strong enough to leave ya jaw dislodged
And that's not all, I'm bout ta bring it to the next level
Expelling wack muthafuckas and they bestsellers
... I am hell sent, taking all you bitches with me
Driven to the point of insanity, bout ta' get gritty
[Hook]
Don't make it hard, or pretend
Grace amended all that's left
Don't make it hard, or pretend
Grace amended all that's left
[Verse 3: El Bandito]
They say it's lonely at the top, but I'm lonely at the bottom
Fuck all you non-believing muthafuckas who got a problem
We got nothing in common, while you busy chugging bottles
I'm busy chasing my dreams and conquering quantum
I leave competition to the brink of destruction
And break they backs so they unable to function
You punk muthafuckas don't want part of this discussion
Words tear you inside out, spontaneous combustion
[Hook]
Don't make it hard, or pretend
Grace amended all that's left
Don't make it hard, or pretend
Grace amended all that's left
Of you and i...