Miles away, with hours to sunrise rest those sorry souls in serene sleep Those unaware of minds discomfort, those who will in turn become the ones who
plus 8 in the clip The hustling Harry Potter, shaking the brick Ice in the bracelet give the Matrix a glitch And my car's like a spaceship Got gold in my
of b-boy There is no way you'll overcome my 1200 turning techniques or take out my pen-fist punchlines, your beginner styles are too weak My fat cap burner
door mats. I'm looking good right now, I gotta wear more hats. new is my beginning and used is my life, few are my winnings, abused is my wife.
my skull that hides behind my hair and skin, I see the selfsame skull of my father, and beyond the skull of my father, the skull of my grandfather, and the skull of my
no time to waste Just enter the place to see the entertainer My rhymes keep me fresh like a container Some rappers said, my rap is dead Shake your head to my
my fat*ss No lies, I won't even close my eyes. Turn aroun', when my back faced In yer face, it's replaced. Spit my lyrics in yer face like mace. [SOV
was dirt poor for my reward Next week the germans have me on a bulletin board I beat that case, they couldn't identify my face I'm triple darkness, silence
my flesh No lies, I will even close my eyes. Turn aroun', with my back-face In yer face, switch place. Spit my lyrics in yer face like mace. [SOV:] Yo
of a sudden you're so proud of a black A baseball hat but you ain't sayin jack The ripper is back and you can't escape Cause one of my records will
to my life's direction/No more silence Todeay he enters my mind for the last time There's only one more chance to save him He's made my decision/I'm
8 plus 8 in the clip The hustling Harry Potter, shaking the brick Ice in the bracelet give the Matrix a glitch And my car's like a spaceship Got gold in my
You Ain't A Killer"] [Verse 2: Jus Allah aka Megatraum] The grains of my fingerprints rub against mics like match flints Burn slow like Dutchmaster hits Enter
Don, the Heron mover You know my hustle, I bring the fo' pound to the tussle Motherfuck your pit with no muzzle So chill cuzo, let me blow for my niggaz
not to rap, even harder not to squeeze my gat To put my whole team on the map, avoid the rats And blew steady try'nna booby trap my crew, fuck you, before
