my numb eyes Inside fear, inside pain, inside hate, How does it feel? It could be hell, but I know, this is not heaven Am I become numb with grief
heat packer I'm lurkin', I'm waitin', attackin' like a linebacker Fuck what you heard, crime pays And always, unorthodox, I hold my pistol sideways We kill crews, hearts go numb
was raised as a child to keep me one Trying to outrun white noise from my tv keeps me numb Mr. disgusted, fortified, ill as confunksion God's son, not
Aesop Rock] Yo, change the fucking channel. I burn a coma candle. When the flame fades, consider my flat line a soldier sample. We them cats talking noise
Bring it to these niggas son Yeah, it's that war shit It's that war shit [Incomprehensible] And you know what Dun It makes you sick to hear the Mobb
's in my head Tugging a beat to the sight of you lying So delighted with a new understanding Something about a little evil that makes that Unmistakable noise
lurkin, I'm waitin, attackin like a linebacker Fuck what you heard, crime pays and always, unorthodox, I hold my pistol sideways We kill crews, hearts go numb
freak about the smoke alarm Mom left the TV dinner on Yet we're rocking the suburbs From family feud to Chevy Chase We're rocking the suburbs We numb
6 a.m., day after Christmas I throw some clothes on in the dark the smell of cold car seat is freezing the world is sleeping I am numb up the stairs
[Aesop Rock] Yo change the fuckin channel I burn a Coma candle When the flame fades, consider my flatline a soldier's sample We them cats talkin noise
Father, like Son But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son My little man, your
Y'all motherfuckers keep it right here You know how it's going down son Blow the spot up, one shot Yo check it out Aeiyo son, I get busy each and every
stop the car Said do you want to buck em' Rough koopsta Shirt i knew your hurt Take the bridge back Take a bag with them slugs Sentence see your gone son
tha square to tha circle to tha square What you spot up with ya peepers is tha creeper Stompin on tha ground smokin a quarter pound reefer Mista five finger lead singer noise maker Number
'em wild and That's the reason they're claimin' that I'm violent Never silent - no dope gettin' dumb nope Claimin' where we get our rhythm from Number
feat. Missy Elliott) [Wyclef Jean] (Missy Elliott) Brrrr, yeah (ew, ew, ew, EW! yeah) It's over, uh huh (that's right) Missy With The Preachers Son,
