Quiet Warm Unable to speak a single word These white walls are taking me These white walls are taking me Saying the words we mean to no one (We mean
Quite... Warm... Unable to speak a single word These white walls are taking me Saying the words we mean to no one (we mean to no one) It's the best way
veins, After graduation best friends parted ways, fuck house parties Now it's time to get paid we were movin' white While my niggas touchin' the H, We were still
missions for crack In the alleyways, where niggaz get grazed in the back From stray shots Clips with hollow tips, for your spine or Either remain calm
for pennies, knahmsayin? Peace to the Gods, we got a heavy job... yo, yo Trouble follows behind a wicked mind, 20/20 vision of the prism of light but still
, After Graduation BestFriends Parted Ways, Fuck House Parties Now Its Time To Get Paid We Were Movin' White While My Niggas Touchin' The H, We Were Still
, I used to roll money up against the wall didn't ever wanna play hopscotch, well im clinical parkin life cos im dark in the white mans cotch and i
reverse) hired 100 assassins to infiltrate the headquarters where files were kept. Of these 100, 97 were captured, tortured, and executed. Only three remained
be worth millions, somethin' like Paul Wall's Ladies look out they ain't thugs, they homo's The film look hyper when I clap 'em in slo mo' Ya'll still
just walk around with the face of a clown And still remain faceless I said smile now and cry later Or just walk around with the face of a clown And still remain
out) You see a robbery We done it That's just the way we run it [eiht] Ten years in the game, no chains remain Heavy weights, get it straight, still
destroyed, as I enter outward from a void Corpses white have strapped me down, I rise above then fall Tactual hallucination, cockroaches infest the wall
But we avoid the lust and remain like Cold Crush My whole team victorious, old school like Amadeus at the Apollo Pop lockin for Rollo sippin on the white
still pretend It's a jacket of white with buckles and straps Not a pleasure device at all It keeps me safely under wraps While I'm chained to this padded wall
tables are set at regulation height to avoid unnecessary strain Disinfected water pumps and aspirators wash debris down the drain... White tiled walls
hip-hop music for the advancement of mankind More than an egomanical sarcastic label for a movement So when the chain still smells like a million dead corpses and kerosene marching To burn down the walls
