, The waiting seems eternity, The day will dawn of sanity, Is this a kind of magic, There can be only one, This rage that lasts a thousand years, Will soon be gone, This flame
of his life. The whole *shit* is strange. I'm really thinkin' brains but on the other hand, I really feel your stress and pain. Flimsy little men,
model for cars Here to change the whole game due to audible Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull I'm ? to my little mack competition You
my Dentist hates when I floss Pull up to the club in a Pinto likes it's a Porsche Garbage bag on one of the windows Spray-painted doors with the flames
now smoking with the best (the best) Now where’s there’s smoke, there’s fire Where there’s fire, there’s flames Where’s there’s flames, there’s chronic
We're coming up like killing machines Our big guns gonna shatter your scene It's pandemonium on the floor 'Cause everybody wants a little more They wanna
years After all these years It feels like that some days the sun never shines I can't decide for all these little thin rhymes They're going down in flames
sing Miss Kiss Kiss Bang, now let us swing Shake your sweet, sweet, sweet little thing Mrs Kiss Kiss Bang, come let us swing When I look into her eyes the flames
world a little less weird To make the world a little more mine My soul feels guilty Before my body sins Always twist then ride like a candle flame Always
'Nuff rhymes coming out the brain 'Nuff beats to drive you insane 'Nuff moves to make your neck crane 'Nuff skill to make the rhymes ingrain 'Nuff heat to leave you in flames
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy can I get a little echo on this? Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy What does it mean? The fire is
well, we casting unlimited spells Shouted "freedom!" but lived in a subliminal jail With anthrax ? ? ? the criminal males Crack babies on welfare living to fail How livid? detail, little
yo so take that, once we give it to you ain't no fakin' a jack It's funny how you find your face in a trap, little bitch niggah frontin' like he ready
'mon Get on your mark, get ready set go bitches Then we go and add a little propane to it Then we send another whole flame through it Clear everything
That make you just go get the keys to your whip And just bounce Bounce bounce bounce N'ah mean Go stop at the little spot Get you a little bag
mashed potato Back when niggaz used to rock Ballys and Clarks I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park Barrels spray the brighter flame
the tahoe, and we wild in the exhibition Wild bend your mindstate, smash your transmission With no permission, you crossed the line and catch a whippin Before I wash y’all niggaz down like liquid detergent Watch the flame
my nigga said he feel cold Then I looked up on the right side of his shirt and found a little hole So as we continue to radically blaze the fifth Flame