I'm sorry to say, but it's not over. I've been through it before And I'm bound to go through it again. But still how come it happened? Been shot time
Let the sucker burn. This sickening infection. The only thing melting in the melting pot is human flesh. Lies written in human blood. Lies.
It's almost over. It's almost too late. The hand that I've been dealt. This hand that's bleeding me dry. Duerman me. Save us both the time and trouble
It's already been said by every god damn one. They say it's only a statistic or something like that. Just another kid on the beat, yeah. But this doesn
This intimatate biography of shit. Consisting of severed limbs, missing organs. But when it settles you will learn, that bullshit walks, bullshit talks
I was there in the backstage when first light came around I grew up like a changeling to wait the first time around I could see all the weakness I could
I've never been this route but it seems the same. The prescription is automatic. Our existence will only be a minute. Nothing is true, but it's exactly
We've seem to lost our contact. All connections cut. Oh Houston do you read? I can't breathe.
Importance severed from this twisted life. Everything evolves, at the same time, numbs. Just let me feel. Just let me touch. Just let me love. Just let
month I ain't gotta give more doe up Fuckin' with this you'll buy a washer when the shore slow up I have it when ya kids see-saw go up I see four blow
?, everyone?s lookin? Don?t have to beg, ?cause everyone?s lookin?, checkin? us out I slide next to you as you rev the engine Freddie Hubbard on the radio Swing
[Intro] Yo, just imagine, like whistling down a desert or some shit Don't this make you wanna swing like monkeys outta trees? [Verse 1] I don't got no
Yo. Just imagine like whistling down a desert or some shit. Don?t this make you wanna swing like monkeys outta trees? I ain?t got no parameters This
I can't see my self at the bottom of the food chain when a nigga hungry, and broke I go thru some mood swings lay it down motherfucker I got kids to feed
can't understand how black on black crime hitting as hard as it did Cause the half the niggas that you did you use to roll with as kids Father forgive
Always known for the knowledge and sense of the head Disco Gene, he's reunited with the team He was gone for a while, but back in the swing of things
blows at tha po pos breakin they nails screamin loud goin all out Damn I did You stayed locked down at moms house watchin tha kids, thru tha whole bid
G Rap My rap's too fat, it's overweight and out of shape I devour fakes, spit em out like sour grapes Break em with the rhyme and make em into wine Like ( ? ) kids
