in masquerade It's all just as well, Elevator to Hell There's no final serenades It's all just as well, Elevator to Hell...
pretend carity How the hell can we agree? [Bridge:] The ravenous world - is rapping their children Prayers won't be heard - Evil runs it's course [Chorus:] Taking the elevator to hell
the line now I need a guide now A better man with the know how Fault lines, So many fault lines I?m in picture perfect hell, love It?s been hell love
Me and Lucifer Lucifer and me Just like the angel that fell Banished forever to Hell Today have I been expelled From high school heaven Elevator going
at - right? Passed by while these niggaz wonder by I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try Did I cry, hell nah, nigga tear I shed for
While niggaz wonder why I got shot but didn't die Let em' see who's next to try Did I cry, hell nah... Nigga not a tear shed For all my homies in
got you contemplatin' heartbreakin' and eliminatin' with this conversation break him and let him see tha face of a mental patient it's a celebration of my criminal elevation
Rushmore rock [It's gonna hit you like a Rushmore rock] No nicotine, and no pipe dreams So low and dirty it's darn right mean Hell elevator I'll
t fresher then my balls Tryna get what's in my closet Nah bitch I bought it all 100 doors in my closet 15 floors up in my closet Taking elevators everywhere
with hypnotic modern state, We far from the fakes, We never fake moves, But jealous mothafuckas since the justice approves,(and talk shit) And who the hell
back to The Land, you know where the heart of it all. In 1993, when we was up out the scene. The fellas with hell of a harmony with the flow hooked up
Paper." Captivatin' money makers feel the love from above, he's an eagle, he's a dove, call him Bone's emancipator! Everybody's a congratulator. Come and ride on this elevator
run with a pump in my car And fuck who you are You're fucking with a couple of niggas that's really insane I'm talking loco, crazy as hell It ain't just
the whole hood (In the ghetto) With them burnout cellys Talk crazy, sell drugs in front of Pancho Deli Crackhead chicks still smuggle babies in they belly And them piss in elevators
the city lights up Before they find us Before they find out That we've crossed the line Is it such a crime The hell with them all yeah The hell
