powder drink or inhalation framed from flames of downtown lore quotes the raven, "nevermore." And the raven sitting lonely staring sickly at my male sex only
Everybody is leaving from this town and from me. They've got the burning flame, they sure achieve their aim. You know that's tough for me to see. Oh
ski slopes and fall like avalanches Tootin like it's cool being fooled and i can't just Sit around and watch those snow membranes flame My ends is loose
3) that God will torment man in eternity for following his energies. But following contraries to these are true: 1) man has no body distinct from his soul; for
from his soul; for that call'd body is a portion of soul discern'd by the five senses, the chief inlets of soul in this age. 2) energy is the only life
what are we fighting for? whose world are you fighting for? if ours is the voice that knows only silence then to whom should we turn for recourse?
're scared Loyal, down for you, soon as I saw you Wanted to be there cause I could hold it down for you Be around for you, plant seeds in the soil Make
slopes and fall like avalanches Tootin' like it's cool being fooled and I can't just Sit around and watch those snow membranes flame My ends is loose
confidence gotin' us feeling that we should Bogard Take over like Bush did the poll sheets A lot of rappers falling off 'cause they so weak That's what we here for
see I said, it's all real, it's just the thug in me Nigga just because Krayzie quiet speak less Don't be mistaking my kindness for weakness Humble but
told in rhyme We climax in ninety five wit demo raw raps is knives To skin all ya'll cats alive Take your time don't rush the clock Infamous rock for
a tapping As if some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door "Tis some visitor," I muttered, tapping at my chamber door only this Only this and
Zig Zags and a Jones soda Let shorty twist one up for the pit stop Scratch off, AC on Windows up, new shit playin' What you sayin? Nathan Dollar signs my only
cop top notch The only thing you'll outline in chalk's a game of hopscotch what [Kool G. Rap] I spit my shit like a flame thrower The frame blower King
heat from the flame From the thang speakin sayin "Keep your hands off me" beat the pants off you for bein stand-off Pullin all of y'all cards We dangerous, only
want to have to wake up here They say that most people can only dream in black and white That's why he packs a knife and only reappears at night I pray for
I lift my crooked hands and orchestrate The blatent containment of force so florescent Youre surely asking for your melting pot To be a meeting spot For
