to the place you were at... let go! Let go... let go! If you tear at your heart It will rip you apart... let go! Let go... let go! If you want to get
believe my luck is bleeding My demons refuse to let me go The light in the tunnel I see is fading My fire of life is burning low (so low) I don'
' Quick to the point, to the point no faking I'm cooking MCs like a pound of bacon Burning them if they're not quick and nimble I go crazy when I hear
lyrical content!" The song "Guilty Conscience" has gotten such rotten responses And all of this controversy circles me And it seems like the media immediately points a finger at me So I point
not alone Time to take it slow all this anger letting go, my child I long to hold all this anger let it go Little one can't you see I wanna let you go
like charging up We the B.e.peas uh Rhythmic sonic pleaser Getcha hot like fever Boiling (two) hundred degrees ahhhh Your burning up Heats getting low let
the sound of letting go. It's the sound of letting go. It's the sound of letting go. It's the sound of letting go. It's the sound of letting go.
B.e.peas uh Rhythmic sonic pleaser Getcha hot like fever Boiling (two) hundred degrees ahhhh Your burning up Heats getting low let me turn it up Let
you learn to walk with one another? How sick can you be? (Enemy) Verse One: Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot where you gonna go
' Quick to the point, to the point no fakin' Cooking MC's like a pound of bacon Burning them if you ain't quick and nimble I go crazy when I hear
me go Oh let it be Just let it be Won't you let it be Won't you let it be (Just let it be) Oh let it be (Let it be) Just let it be (Won't you let it
want ya'll, I want ya'll To get loose, get crunk, get high, get drunk To da point of no return, take one more shot And feel da burn, now work it out
No, no, no, no I'm not a gangsta But I won't hesitate To cock back, bust and point blank ya Lord thank ya I'm like that coke and weed When it burn slow
my nigga push ki's like Beethoven It's gonna stay like that till the pearly gates open [P. Diddy] And here we go {overlaps Verse's last line} Aiyyo, let
learned from your mistakes We let our profit s go to waste All that's left in any case Is Advertising space Through your eyes The world was burning
and start laughin And no longer will I sit back and let you disrespect the fact that we elevated West coast rap And bring shit back to the point "X" is
stands still, the room seems frozen now Two creatures moving in a game of lose or win, right or wrong Step aside, losen this stranglehold May heaven's fires burn the point
