Generation - holding my breath no hesitation - freedom or death
Start a conversation finish it with a scream i know all the answers but what do the questions glean? not afraid of fiction just the already known
Archaic texts feed the occult hoards manifest destiny calls for total war thule society and the runes of von list all brought together by the fist
streetwalkers Spittin, pimpin at these women, ain't a sweet talker A young country boy, came up out the creekwater What a grizzly boy, lookin like a beast on it Now I don't like the law, so fuck
A generation raised on empty dream Fucking and spreading STDs Thinking with your dick and not your brain Self-respect gone down the drain Lying on
it go I'm still gon fold him What you thought I was, a fraud a hoe a punk Don't make me make you say oh Lord, shut the fuck up I handle my bidness, and
deal with it we rap about it and then it make us hot Fuck your crime rate and murder rate, running up on Houston Texas Well it be fuck y'all for trying
or not, child.) Calling out all your children. I knocked your system up. I drank your system down. I'm showing symptoms. I fucked your system. Look
a boy in your heart And that's some game that I got From generation of game In the road of life dog We need to switch up lanes Think about it [
I send they bodies to they parents up North With they faces laid bris and they nuts cut off Fuck 'em all what I scream as I dream in tongues Fuck a trick
when I peel with this live spot Father, how the hell did I survive, these five shots? Live it up, of give it up, and my demons Late night, hear them screamin
falling (True, what I do from sun up) is for a come up (Wake up with my gun up) Cause when I sneak that's when they run up (So It's time to spray like
is still fuckin talkin? You nigga still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight Aight, it's the Raid on you All day You punk mutha-fuckas The shit nigga Killuminati
at me, I wanna know what thats 'bout Nigga I know you aint mad, I done came up And If you are, fuck you 'cause I aint changed up The O.G's wanna talk
kid so I get vest up when I get dressed up in the hood it's messed up, niggas runnin' 'round shootin' shit up if it's Dom that you drinkin' fill up my
them 8 Mile alleys, let's rally [Eminem] Hands up for the grand finale Now raise up out your seat, Dre's about to speak Blaze a pound of weed six days up
walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up
