We rattle chains, and we question how we are trained. We speak words profane. We'll be banging pots and pans until you understand: We're following a
untold stories are painted in black and white I can hear the footsteps That follow to my pulse This paranoia has haunted me like a ghost Before I die I will have seen it
I won't hear it 'Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now Missin' all the blocks 'cuz I'm surrounded by woods now It's supposed
? You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow? What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? What
the year 1982 a music was created. It was given the title: Gangsta Rap It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared By the establishment, it
cheek, let it slide Give me five on the black hand slide [STYLES P]: Give me five on the black hand side Tell you what I see through the black man's
desperate ghosts stuck souls trapped in black holes Became wearwolves stolen souls wanna see me bleed It's a new day a new way, It's gone it's dooms
in June Start the summer off, floating wit the guts maroon +Ricky Schroder+ paint job, colored +Silver Spoon+ Boys in black guts, black paint, midnight coon Black
it?s on a gang Swervin? in the rain and workin? the woodgrain We did about two [unverified] Now feel the pain And if its affectin? you, it involves me in it
the truth but you're out there lyin' Face it girl, white ain't black This time, it's over don't come back Tasted pain as the years go by Don't be a ghost
those bad ideas in your troubled head today. Leave the restless ghost in his old hotel. Leave the homeless man in his cardboard cell. Let the painted
leave the restless ghost in his old hotel Leave the homeless man, out in that cardboard cell Let the painted horse on the carousel remain 'Cause everything, it
way to see cake But niggas still gotta die hate Well fuck it, I'ma do it 'cause the streets put me to it See y'all niggas is late See it's big face,
style, I can spot it. Tryin' real hard to get it, you can forget it, because you don't got it. And my skills are excellent.Diggin' in the Crates and it
"... (Mad Child) It's a wonderful thought, that I could take one road And end up in L.A. when it's time to take a load off my shoulders Cause it gets
: Prevail] Wreathe the whirlwind Revisit the deep end Ghost town, show down, diamond head creek bed The fugitive pugilist Luminous, anonymous Doomsday is looming us, it
Educated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!" There's no love to be found Cappa' slide through with the Ghost Post up like paint on walls Drip jewels, big heat Ruffle inside the bubblegoose It
I choose this roll? Let's see, what did spark it? Fuck school and hoes Live in the projects, never rocked the newest clothes It's psychologic, somehow it