likes the membrants, how I can from a distance To an instinct, resistance was 5 senses The quest from man repentance, while Others cry to exercise my third eye
Yeah, DJ Clue, Desert Storm New Nas, it's called War Squinted-eye gangsta, live in a skyscraper Platinum Patron drinker, stackin' that grown paper God
Kunta, tryin' to run with his chopped toes off Unchallenged sword I yield the storm rider Clip full of ruffled-tip fast-actin' long fire Four hundred grain cartridge, with steel casin' Those who can't
thick bout anyone Chorus middle 8 cold to the eye if i break shell be warmer inside why wont you take my hand i just don't understand cold to the eye
to relay All the events that made your heart bleed And the ones that ruined your day We're not as close As everybody thinks In the eye of the storm How
gift but **** never hear me spit My little brother tried to warn 'em, I was a tornado comin' He knew from inside, like the eye of a storm and told my
My man Storm and his home' West Stone. (Storm) You can't fuck with Storm, six niggas in the truck with Storm You want to jack him, but you won't got
it Don't let it get you down You've got to grin and bear it You know you've got to stand you're ground In the storms of fire and ice Keep your eye on
It gets no better when you're caught up in the earthquake weather Keep your eye on the storm come and get us When the shit goes down we're all down 'cause
comin' through Ain't been a minute yet, already cats wanna eye-screw Plottin' to pop you, you don't know me duke The one that shoot, you all mad 'cuz
Mars attacksssss) We have high demands column to this pigeon ankle And boomeranging' our harvest; 51st area sickness Not a threat, an area witness won't
aim, fire and the spider be model veteran Buried in merit badges I'm stuck in the center and could care less About the eye of the storm and its monstrous
-Candy Land-cult classic-bastard style To be your lawfully wedded head trip Doing base throughout sickness, health, electrical storm Fire, pain, rain, hail, wind, ice
before the head be stashed on ice Non Phixion, Obsucre we together for war Fallout, remaining soldiers in 2004 [A-Trak - turntablism] "You know the feeling when things ain't
drug ring can't put it on yah finger I wasn't born a singer, but let the storm just linger I'm the muslim from new york, I'm mortis stringer Off ice, but on ice
road Eye... I'm painting his eye in the middle of the floor Fish is frozen in my living room Stares out of a block of ice With one melting eye... eye... eye
light from silvery towers Surrounded by rocks and stones as far as the eye can see I've been lost in a cold white space As an arrogant dream storms in
wright for em . and even when its quite warm the attitude coursing through the veins and my city is an ice storm . the name's drake and i don't take