right determination of a patho Running 'cross the water with bricks at his poncho Face like a shoot when it's bussin' my glock hold Vanity stings, 'til
the right determination of a patho Running 'cross the water with bricks at his poncho Face like a shoot when it's bussin' my glock hold Vanity stings
walk through me Or yours truly, will screw you like a tour groupie War duty, after I'ma call Suzy, tall cutie She'll do me like a porn movie I burn thousand
a sting It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold Not a role model, I walk
whoa whoa I'm missing you tonight Ohh, ohh Cigarettes and lonely nights The smoke stings my sleepless eyes I squint the world into a thousand blinding
Jefferson's Cop a Lex, a Jag, a Land Cruiser and a Benz And a mafia of friends to dispose my foes Stand over my shoulder while I head crack a C-Lo Taking
a thousand bee stings to kill a man (MC Don't Know How To Pluralize Word(s)) That is a lot of bee (MC Confusing) There's more blood than a rubber hose
I've been livin' my life in a cage, freedom spits in my face It was such a disgrace and I was lonely And feelin' empty, desperate I had my head in a
a day in history It's a day that has been contantly repeated for years and years A day no more or less significant than any other day It's only a blur
the Beast, Killing the Beast, crushing his head! One day the King of Kings will put him in an endless pit And lock it up tight for a thousand years
feed democracy, and collective amnesia A cocktail of beatings, imprisonment, and poverty Bitter medicine, no longer disguised with a spoonful of sugar
built your ticky-tacky houses On landfill soil, to cover up a gift We left you years before of toxic chemicals and leaking gas Just dig a little while
can ride away We can glide all day And we can fly away Whispers of the north The river and the shore In the land that tested eskimos Ten thousand years
The Devil in Hell we're told was chained A thousand years he there remained He neither complain nor did he groan But was determined to start a Hell of
a superstar, sting with the cobra claw [all] Wu world order (8x) [bobby digital] Yo I enter through the chamber of your ear In a high-pitched silent tone only a
Napsack full a clip two bloodclaat SLR You bring two thousand man go sting, And a jus shawty mi bring But wen you see a bare tings, You run like Usain a
of the coldest brothaz out of North America...a brotha that gave you a song like Juicy... [Bigge] Uh-huh... [Jamaican Host] You hear a crew in Jamaica