in my last testament and my hidden scrolls See my icon straight faced with a torn robe A beard and some cornrows The whole globe hears when I perform my
you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you Only my man's blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you I'll tell you in your face, fuck you Pull it off my waist
your forehead backwards when i carve my name This ain't a game *na na* Just the mind of a psychopath cross regime catch a mutha fuckin' blood bath We laugh last
The early cars Already are Drawing deep breaths past my door And last night's phrases Sick with lack of basis Are still writhing on my floor And it doesn
Only last two minutes but believe I'm good in the sack Sometimes I last a little longer but my woody clasped I'm begging you please my marriage is like
of bein' tired, everytime I wake up Tired of these fake ducks, tired of bein' late for the bus Tired of all be blendin', and endin' up datin sluts So my
like a hoe, bitch-slap him Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for limp Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid Do it for Ice-T, do it just to
My arrest record just scratches the surface of what I did My bid locked me up and brought my life to an end I was forgotten, abandoned by my bitches
love for thugs queens schemin' on cream My whole team love, the E-cup bras and Mobb cars Killa Sin known for makin' niggaz reach for the stars This terrorist
pays now it's back to the future With the twist of the dial Reloaded with my man from the menace file Reppin' for the west so I takes a deep breath
it be you? Don't want it to I been down and out I been spit on for so long I stored my shame in my belly 'till I needed to be strong In my last guilty
when I've sweated on my farewell stage, when I've wrote my last hook in my last rhyme book, when I get the last nod of approval from my family, this
up, it's blood music. When you do it, and do it for the love, it's blood music. Music is my blood, lyrics are my skeleton. My music is a drug ''cause
of my gunshots are sound effect CD's Emcee's talkin bout how they spit, and they shit I do every bodily function on a nigga when I rip My format pushes
until my last breath [Chorus: Proof] [gun cocks] My dawg is me and you To them tats on our right wrist we both bein true Yo' needs is my needs, my seeds
new hells From the holy sea of golden flames flies the last winged unicorn With its magic breath of innocence rising to the crystal throne Skies are spitting
you slippin like a bar of soap, I catch you while you sleepin fast And then I slit your throat. I watch you bleed and gargle choking for your last breath
I pause, my dialogue 'ttampt to catch my breath But before i knew it a rhyme had penetrated my vest Caught off gaurd by an mc flow oh no My mind start