like a cigarette burning down the side. While the days one by one all passing by. And the time is slowly winding down. I am here. I've been waiting for too long. Time
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I'm in this shit to win it Cause life's a Wheel of, Fortune here's my chance to spin it Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me Too fuckin
up dead burn up burn up my city's on fire step the fuck back that flame's getting higher bleed with me bleed with me bleed with me forever now done my time
It seems we’re on a journey, a trip through space and time And somewhere lies the answer To all the questions why What really makes the difference Between all dead
dispatch Always got the good badge, take it to the head Got me wasted like Jerry from the Grateful Dead Don't trip, get a grip, be strong and don't fake
I feel the pain? Let's take a trip to the stars far away where were you when I was down? Staring into the dead my pain is caused by my pleasure my soul
Time to empty head Try and dream instead Let memory trip and finally slip Like acid in milk Garbage in silk Dripping and oozing your sex over my
the hood's spoke person knife to the neck got your throat squirting, hopefully you dead on a rival, close curtains yeah, i'ma be in the rear, faded, ? like i was dead
lay'em down, Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurres to me What a long, strange trip it's been. What
(Chorus) The Silence Isn't Over Until the Flesh has crept and taked No time to hesitate, anticipation Much to be done And it don't matter where ya come
glad it's installed in me from day one Believe in something because most of my homies believe in nothing And paying for it, God bless your souls, I'll
beam But I fiend for the future at my finger tips One of the minor technicalities of my head trips You Better Work The Barea Soul terror, been told
, I forgot where they was from In 'em, she was saying how she made brothers cum I start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affected How many dead folks
rap Dead or Alive, I'm still Born to Mack Always on the pop charts, straight rapping I'm not dead, I'm just macking So as the word turns, I'm a living soul
hump n' ya back, uhh And get on this soul train So don't miss that train, baby Don't miss that train Like I said, pimpin' ain't dead These girls aren
