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back from the dead Death's awakening, stage by stage Including the pain, back from the dead Under the knife, bring back to life Bad mistake, back from
bring you back from the dead If I could eat your cancer I would but I can't So I keep writing these songs for you To steal you from your grey And we
(bloodshed) I leave that mug red (mug red) I'm like cancer can't catch me cause I done spread (done spread) Doorknob dead, enough said from the scene
are these vultures circling over me I'm not dead yet Used silence as a language for too long This is where we make our stand The wounds at my back begin
shots, orange house Dead man walking with a dirty mouth Spoiled milk, stale bread Welfare, bubonic plague Record deal, light bulb Keep back kid not corporate thug Breast cancer
We gonna see if you ready for this I be the street sweeper, nigga Quick to leave your whole block shook an' shot at From fuckin' round with the Midack
niggas strike back it's on what the fuck you sick, I'll be right back Prodigy right back to the fact that here take that, right back at you were
of a handful of dust Comes back in the form of smitten child Our raped daughters, our The broken bones, souls cleaved from hearts They come back to us
victim, to the rotten apple say goodbye [to the boss, kingpin wants a divorce] she was diagnosed with cancer, heard it from the source now she [wanders] from
droppin' dead like flies I used to see a home boy givin' five Now I say, "Man, you're still alive?" Cold as hell, the town I'm from Won't last too long
'all Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these streets From sundown to sunup on y'all Mama said, "Keep bullshittin', they'll kill you dead" One
get you on the lizo to blow And whistle my melody, part them legs open like the Red Sea Make you smack hit it from the back While I'm creeping in the
try this at home You can be just like me Mic check one two, we recordin'? I'm cancerous, so when I diss you wouldn't wanna answer this If you responded back
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from going under
you, it's like you laughed at my pain Put me in a position to pick up a pistol, and I'll blast in the game I'm going crazy, being murdered by the hands of cancer
Geah, make a move y'all, which part you wan' lose? The clip is loaded, the quatro is on cruise I'm back to work bitch, the clock off snooze I'm tougher
's new, word up [Ghostface Killah] I'm the Mighty Joe Young of rap Live off of mighty gold, tongue and yack Ya'll be amazed how I brought it back Two