Beyond ability and control, we could be weekend lovers Steal a sentence and make a catch phrase Parole for our revolution Whispered all across the street
When I spit flame, it spits flames like your middlename So why do I say fuck the fame Because it come and go The industry's a pet without refused to be
Beyond ability and control we could be weekend lovers Steal a sentence and make a catch phrase parole for our revolution Whispered all across the street
I woke up, still king? This rap game's nipple is mine for the milking, Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till' it kills me I swear to god I'll be the fucking
's the condition my head's in Can't work too hard to get my money I refuse to Slave for the next man a raise nigga fuck you These streets are 9 to 5 You
I hit the tar mat, it feel like a carjack Niggaz get out and vanish like Star Treks So fuckin incredible, I'm so fuckin' credible No matter what happen
them And take all of his fucking ashes and evaporate 'em Or creep through the graveyard and hunt down your tombstone Dig up your skeleton and stomp all your fucking
Us meanin' them, them meanin' G.D. Gangster Disciples, the same ones that killed Cochise So see, how he, well he, meanin' me Refused to be another nigga dead
flame, it spits flames like your middlename So why do I say fuck the fame Because it come and go The industry's a pet without refused to be that gigolo
Your hatred is gasoline, my words are vitamin mena/ You need to shut your mouth and mind your manners/ Gettin' high since I was nine/ Dead homies, I can
you better drop a dime or get fucked up And your people won't find it all funny Well, then if you caught in the act, and you dead wrong Ever had to get
Osama? And why in the fuck did Daniel Pearl have to pay the price For his life and his wife plead twice? See Al Amin got life and Fred got dead, Hampton
get the grip, but now i'm fucking serious and i'm feeling fuckin sick, i'm sick of seeing all those military minds, ready to kill, violence pays the bill, blood destruction, dead
not concentrating here There is a dead man in my bed, she said I ain't speaking metaphorically His eyes are open but he cannot see There's a dead man
Say what? Well come again Do you think you can change it It's just a matter of time 'til it all will end I'm a wreck - and so are you We're all wrecked
I refuse to throw my life away I refuse to throw my life away I refuse to throw my life away I'd rather be dead than be a fucking prisoner In your matrix of fucking
you're dead This is well outside the boundaries of acceptable behavior I will not give you the go ahead And you will not be remembered fondly I'm throwing down the gauntlet Fuck
