Slaving at night time, life is such a bitch It seems that loving is my crime That's the way it's got to be... When your shadows wears my name When
was I to do all I ever wanted was a fraction of the truth walking in the shadows of my blackened mind lost inside this shallow vanity of time what
got my wealth I stare at the sun Just for kicks all by myself I lose track of time So I might be past my prime But I'm feeling, oh so good
hand, Trying to tell me no one understands, Trading your house for a handful of dimes Gonna make it, baby, in our prime Get together one more time Get together one more time
From the storm of shadows In the mist of night Through the dark masterlands of time Hear my cries of hate Hate for all As I wander through the cold
the place Let's get smokin' Yeah prime time concert tonite Everybody wants to feel the groove Everybody wants their feet to move Let's get rockin' now Good time
picked your gate So you hid and were afraid to wait Seeing shadows in the snow Seeing shadows in the snow Now your friend Godfrey is a perfect choice One minute down next time
it even when I'm Sleep My screw's loose, I hate when loose change fall in them seats Because I need every dime like Magic Johnson or Hugh Hefner living in his prime Prime
mental clock right So you can catch the prime example of those who rock right I talk tight, my mic's made of alabaster Cast a shadow beside of mount
beat you up steal your drugs and I'm a try 'em later Soon as I get on methadone I make your dreams come true Cause I'm a gladiator with the prime of
would win Orchids or tiny flowers Wooden huts or ivory towers Centuries or hours Dark are the winter days Holy in many ways Vaults of time unshaken
you even loaded up your glock? Well, I could gives a fuck cause even then, nigga, you not my nigga From that 24 Garden Block That's doin' time For shootin' shadows
lost me that time We all took less then it closed Truest thing you said all night That's a laugh You can write it on my epitaph See you in heaven or next time
clack The impact's a passion of massive plane crash The mic minister write literature, rhyme sinister Might injure, your nine endin' your life when it's the Prime miniature time witness the prime
get psycho like puma moona I devestate with the crew as we penetrate Refresh our buddha bless with the sess that stimulates Another rhyme, yes a funky rhyme, yo it's that time
is the time you've waited for Far below, where shadows fester As they grow an army thousands strong Obsessed by right and wrong They sense their time
Now I'm inclined people say tha' I'm ahead of my time Whoever said that they must'a had they nose on tha' line I'm not even in my prime yet, a veteran