built the prophecy and till this day my eyes, lied too many times, to confide, all I ask for is a means to an end. An escape from eternal suffering.
Lies built the prophecy and till this day my eyes, lied too many times, to confide, all I ask for is a means to an end. An escape from eternal suffering
was livid, now I'm even more so Shit I got full blown AIDS and a sore throat I got a wardrobe with an orange robe {*wolf whistle*} I'm in the fourth
He-man, pow, pow, the end Talkin' to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery You full of shit, you
-Man, pow, pow, the end Talking to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery You full of shit, you
kids could starve You thought I was livid now I'm even more so Shit I got full blown AID's and a sore throat I got a wardrobe with an orange robe I'm
Pain:] Uhm ... Los said he didn't want a hook at the end of the song [Cee:] Oh you mean we're at the end of the song? [Pain:] Yeah, everybody is already
In the end it's just a rock song Y'all wanna know what it takes to be An MC like D in the place to be Gotta a house on the hill full of family With
game's missing, right from wrong Respect game, young nigga, tell them haters so long You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by any means Take the blow,
I'm her man But my dream came to an end Now that she's on my mind I just wanna make her mine We'll be together til the end of time, ooooohhhhhh (Yes
the darkness A heid full of chocolate frogs, a body full of rush, a pocketful of shrapnel and a skinfull of bush, An eyefull of the future and a belly full
watch me glow [Charles Hamilton:] Rey Mysterio flow, stayin' clear Of makeup-smeared hatin' queers, makin' clear this is spiritual Though a spirit you owe, church final Your funeral in an
love you 'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul You could rock till you're a hundred and one years old I don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast
Verse 1) Freestyle: I SUGGEST YOU KEEP YOUR DISTANCE MY DEATH BLOW'S INEVITABLE, AND YOURE SUSCEPTIBLE TO PHYSICAL INJURY, THIS MUSIC INDUSTRY IS FULL
, small world And I hear 'em autos call Well, I'm a big time pumper And I pump 'em full of my gas And if you give me static I'll tell ya blow it up your
loced out puffed out as them demons dance Playaz lookin' wild Stole our style Devils in me so Fly can get so violent Bustas silent when I'm on that blow
but I don't mean 7-Up I preside ill dippy dope to frantic to panic And just a man on a mission wit something more in the attic I'm just an ordinary, faring
three] For every verse I ever spit, for every mic I ever rip I still got a full clip of unstoppable shit You mean to tell me motherfuckers never knew
