Should keep mine sealed shut. I open my mouth. Good sense abandoned. Betrayed by humility. Dare to mention insecure. Devote attention. Knife from
vapours, Shimmering upon the gleaming garlanded marble, A single strand of glimmering gossamer... Beneath the vaults of shadow-haunted tombs, I see the fire
easily trespassing Nickel nine shine on your eye then you see fire blastin Get off my premises A yo Lord is you a friend of his Mouth him back to John
All movin targets, I got you open like supermarkets (Word up, word up) Yo yo, there's only five years left While niggaz is scared to death they breathe they last breath
Break yo' neck nigga! Break yo' neck! [Verse 2] Come along now (Let's put it down nigga!) When I bounce back and you know I done caught my breath, y'
eyes Is where I kissed the blood from Just that corner of your mouth where I can see the White of your smile Up to my neck When I'm breathing without
your eyes Is where I kissed the blood from, Just that corner of your mouth where I can see the white of your smile. Up to my neck When I'm breathing
your city But round here we gettin' down to the nitty gritty And I hate to put you out like that But you been burnin like a fire with a mouth like that
my plans All night liquored up while I'm tryin to dance Drunk, and his breath stink, freaky with his hands Cocky with his mouth please like he got a fan
a wire Steam in the subway, earth is a fire Do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do, do doo doo Woman, you want me, give me a sign And catch my breathing
in the pines Or work for the man down in the mine You never forget your first day in the hole There's a pit in your stomach and your mouth's full of
a place that we must go Into the soul, into the heart Into the dark There was fire, there was death There was lying on your breath I turned away, I
all his might And he got caught with the spotlight But when we get to the end He wanna start all over again I've got fire water right on my breath The
it's never enough Take in a breath slow nobody knows just too much You better be good, you know im from the hood and so, We give 'em the dough Fired out
funny style Then I don't need ya It's Saturday, this night fever Shit is popping, Acheeva my mouth cotton Tis the season for draws dropping and heavy breathing
or a ghost i collapse out of turn near a house lying still in the grass and felt the heat from the ground rising up to contract and expand like a breathe
Death may come invisible Or in a holy wall of fire In the breath between the markers On some black I-80 mile From the madness of the governments To the
dream or a ghost I collapse out of turn Near a house lying still in the grass Felt the heat from the ground rising up to contract And expand like a breath
