Living a life dictated by faith alone, never questioning the validity of this morality; how much does this really benefit you or the world that surrounds
hit you get you, rip through tissue Shoot another rhyme just cause I missed you I make plus cash, you little niggaz can't fuck wit Drag Got the chain
I'll rock the house But let a motherfucker try to take me out Cause male or female, I will strangle If it's a label, they have to untangle Adidas, chains
his presence in the crowd Other girls they gather around him If I had him I wouldn't let him out Golden eye, not lace or leather Golden chain take
this was an arena I dare not enter. On the rim of the machine the animals had gathered. Big cats at a waterhole waiting on the weak and wounded to stagger
his presence in the crowd Other girls, they gather around him If I had him, I wouldn't let him out Goldeneye, not lace or leather Golden chains take
chorus) hey get familiar with the style get familiar with the swag get familiar with the pizzazz be showin' my ass get familiar with the chain flooded
a brother with a weak-ass rhyme Swine on your mind, pork on your fork Make you imitate the brother in the state of New York Chain on your brain that
gonna hit you get you, rip through tissue Shoot another rhyme just cause I missed you I make plus cash, you little niggaz can't fuck wit Drag Got the chain
self and wander Follow a path that made Pilate's laurel Learn of a wolf packs much feared howl Might is right when legions gather here Cast out weakness
you speak You're makin' the most of your losin' streak Some call it sick, but I call it weak You drag it around like a ball and chain You wallow
lies Enter insanity! God will be destroyed and so will you And all of you who pray for me Images forlorn Lost in the chains of the deity Weak my senses
his presence in the crowd. Other girls, they gather around him, If I had him, I wouldn't let him out. GoldenEye, white lace for leather, Golden chain
trails, tangled with the web of our fate. Any second could be our last. An army will for at the gates. With swords drawn we attack deceit. The weak will
if I could [e) Brain Damage] [Mike Baker:] The lunatic is in my head The lunatic is in my head [Jim Roberti:] Stoned out laughter [ALL:] Remembering days and daisy chains
