i feel it on the tip of my tongue, these words fall out like tears from a gun and down they roll to join up as one, look in and see your own reflection
In a discussion my past records tell a story Picture niggaz we rushin and still bustin til the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buildings Ditchin my gun
the hood, +Escaladin+ like Cadillacs Monkey on your back livin like a junkie Addicted to a dream, wanna die for your country Tear down the prison walls, set everyone free From
Yeah! Killer keeps it honest 'Cos reality is perception with a weak stomach Bubblin' uneasy like the bowels of hell, boo Enough to make a black ghost
! Killer keeps it honest Cause reality is perception with a weak stomach Bubbling uneasy like the bowels of hell (Boo!) Enough to make a black ghost turn
ass A&R that never filled a milk crate with breakbeats, I keep it raw nigga straight street To my comrades in L.A, L.A., L.A. I still got the bulletproof
from no corny ass A and R That never filled a milk crate with break beats I keep it raw nigga straight street To my comrades in L.A., L.A., L.A. I still
a discussion my past records tell a story Picture niggaz we rushin' and still bustin' Till the cops come runnin', duck in abandoned buildings Ditchin' my gun
's kinda hard for a fag to touch this So if you're comin' to see me, nigga, bring a cask' and crutches And niggas, I dont' need a gun for you, none of
gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun, and they marched me away to the war. And the band played Waltzing Matilda, as the ship pulled away from the
surroundeda?¦ just drop the gun The fields have been cut off with stars and black windmills Sudden fulla?¦ sudden release! We're surroundeda?¦ just drop the gun
comes to the root of the evil we all down Thugs crying with tears made a cop ? ? ? Lord, what about the guard of the pen in the gun tower Is he going
in my pockets and my spots hot like the haiwaiian tropics a taskforce topic cos this one's a cya even though the yay is brought in by the cia see im a
it's kinda hard for a fag to touch this So if you're comin to see me, nigga, bring a cask' and crutches And niggas, I dont' need a gun for you, none of
even the sons of senators Receive no welcome outside the states Why? : A flag stripes trying to tear free in heavy wind And seperate themselves from
In a discussion my past records tell a story Picture ni**az we rushin and still bustin til the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buildings Ditchin my gun
