taking back what I used to know Cause there is nowhere left that I've got to go I'm taking back what I used to know Born again Born Again!!! LET'S RE
just like sticks They trade old licks with a beat up six I just smile and catch the groove Gothic girls all dress in black Serious as heart attacks
blast off with a check Might as well, I done earned the respect [Chorus] [Pos:] Here to jumpstart the art again, the sparkplug W-O-N I trouble your whole squad again
for the black gas Cowboy number one, a born again poor mans son, poor mans son On the air America, I modelled shirts by Van Huesen, working for the black
look just like sticks They trade old licks with a beat up six I just smile and catch the groove Gothic girls all dress in black Serious as heart attacks
and pressed you against me. Your soul was like a network of spittle, Like glass balls movin' in like cold streams of logic, And I prayed as the lightning attacked
(feat. G. Dep, Black Rob) {Black Rob - almost mumbling} Attack like a Rottweiler But worse den a Rottweiler Cause da Rottweiler soft {G-Dep} Really,
, 4, 3, 2, 1 If that ain't enough, sit down till we're done [ ROUND 1: Divine Styler ] Syndicate scorned, you act obedient Tired of your fish rhyme ( ? ) ingredients Black on black
pressed you against me You're soul was like a network of spittle Like glass balls movin' in like cold streams of logic And I prayed as that lightning attacked
gon' do When you ready? shit I was born ready And I was already on fish and spaghetti Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya Attack like a vulture
my past, taught me sin When we spoke at last he caught me in the chin There was no need to ask, I know he fought me to win My broken task is born again
like seeing your brain Your insane, soon to be ID'ed as remains Then I reincarnate 'em and kill 'em again Again and again, again and again (Canibus
, still multiplied by eleven The silence's a set back make 'em regret that One way to get back is violence and wet cats But hold your head black or I'll never rap again
s like seeing your brain Your insane, who's gonna ID the remains? Then I reincarnate 'em and kill 'em again Again and again, again and again (Chorus
It To Proof" Your Bitch Ass Was Scared To Come In That Club Nigga Ya'll Aint Got That.. Ima Tell You Like This.. Black-Child, Chris Gotti.. Im On That Ass Nigga, Word Is Born
Destroyed The God-Eye's final words were "You were born to die". The air, the earth, the fire, Scorched ground, the boiling of the seas Black smoke
