in closing in a whisper in the rain; no-one knows your name you've heard that voice before some wounds may never heal (the ways of grace are narrow) some
-sevens, and m-500s [Planetary] Some people say I'm superior when I shit it Vivid visionary spit, vocabulary ridiculous I am a tyrant, I'm Violent by Design
(feat. La the Darkman, Sunz of Man, Timbo King) [Intro: dubbed voice] There's some sick shit goin' on in here A bunch of niggas is goin' crazy Y'nahmean
by the fingerprints on your throat. isn't she lovely? isn't she wonderful? like the whores that we are, swatting flies from the wounds we design. this
fates and, healing struggle gaped, wounds of the doomed became my mission Izm was just too small time I had to find the best design to fuck with the
is my habitat When I'm at war mic becomes a battle axe I write the lingo to hype up this single I make you fever for the flavor like Pringles Design a
Have a cup of coffee, sit back and open up your mind Now this type of rhyme was designed to keep writers above the line Cause I'll guide us above the
all the world's perfections, we safely may assume the most blessed and untainted is the treasure in the womb We wait for revelations, some miracle, some
, closing in, a whisper in the rain No one knows your name You've heard that voice before Some wounds may never heal (The ways of grace are narrow) Some
not doing, but dealing, sealing fates And healing struggle gaped wounds of the doomed became my mission Izm was just too small time, I had to find the best design
my kicks, voluptuous tricks Fucking around, and it sucks to be you, But I guess living a lie is a luxury too. It probably plain to say that some strange
true This is the sound of what you don't want still in you TPC motherfucker, cop a feel or two The whole design got my mind cryin' The whole design
Hey, sister, yeah, you, You got me runnin' like a wounded criminal You're a big, bad baby cat Rollin' around in your designer sheets in tatter Keep it
as ice [Me] You are delusions of my mind [Reason] And so we are, we're all a part of you [Me] Am I a part of some design? [Reason] The one design
my rhymes...fighting for yo' spirit and you mind! So what it be like my brother be catching gangrene The water be brown in the morning in my sink Who that in my eyes some
all another part of your grand designing lie Should I tell you something pretty so you don't end my way of life Or should I come up from behind with some
a better way of life for myself Caressing gateways of the mind Over, enter through spaces time Heals wounds inspiring gifts of light Inside myself just need some time (Just need some
a better way of life for myself Caressing gateways of the mind Over, enter through spaces time Heals wounds inspiring gifts of light Inside myself just need some time (just need some