Ducking through the wave he's closing his eyes cleansing his brain of a sensory holding all his breath collecting his thoughts to focus on a goal i'm
Ducking through the wave He's closing his eyes Cleansing his brain of a sensory Holding all his breath Collecting his thoughts To focus on a goal To
Big Work is what I hide in my house For the hate ammunition make em hide out Leave ya head like a highway wide out Flat out once the cat out Gats out Bring Forearms and bats
We all have a special meeting In a special place You're afraid of dying ? What's your problem You go and see the high above and the high below Allow me
: 1-2, 1-2-3-4 We must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web We must rip out all the epilogues from the books that we have read And to the face
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 We must talk in every telephone Get eaten off the web We must rip out all the epilogues in the books that we have read And in the face
we must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web we must rip out all the epilogues from the books that we have read and in the face of every criminal
we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny But now you're sad your mama's mad And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money Tell him
've tasted So here's what I'm facin': 3 felonies, 6 years of probation I've went to jail for this woman, I've been to bat for this woman I've taken bats
get bit by spiders Lizards and bugs Flies and mosquitoes Hookers with drugs And dirty ass needles Alleyway cats Possums and rats Killers with gats Attacking with bats
(feat. Esham) [Intro: Violent J] The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for
Repeat in BG} I've seen the future and it will be I've seen the future and it will be Batman, Batman I've seen the future and it will be Batman (
go Trust in yourself truth awaits you there Crawling on their hands and knees dark is their endless journey so deep the cave of bats but they will go
game, chip-toothed, way of buck and change I want the dough, fuck the fame Already made history, y'all can have that, that ain't shit to me About to have
shoot outs That i started, cold hearted Runnin reckless peep out your shorty till my neck twistin Infectionist, poisonus bug we all ruff Showed your daddy love or slugs Could have
In no time you will feel almost fine Almost rosey Now some girls here will huddle with No not footballers that are rich But will confide in small white sticks He bats
