I am or where I'm at. I've finally found my place, and I know this where I'm gonna be. So trust me when I say. I believe the only real home Is where my
can be This No Limit shit tho... We in this for life This not just a job baby This an adventure, ya heard me? Chorus: Now if you real, keep it real
(The clown rappers I'm bound to slay) (The clown rappers I'm bound to slay) (Yo) (The clown rappers I'm bound to slay) (The clown rappers I'm bound to
[Verse One: Esoteric] I'm concotin medical doctrine's in journals Maternally important internal organs and verbally abortin epidermal assortments; Esoteric
[Verse One] Ayo the second that my rhyme drops I leave minds blocked with more blind spots than a cyclops, I stalk the sidewalks looking for rappers
Psionically bionically I dominate demonically Check this, my reckless style will catch wreck ironically Sonically I'll invade, crush your cavalcade Parade
[Esoteric] I assault the mic and rock it stompin out the microscopic Esoteric's like anthropic psychotics, semi-robotic When I drop it, I launch a pencil
of your composition is what Shamus clutches Lyrics are the legs and the swares are your crutches When you battle me it'll be real clear That I'll leave
[Inspectah Deck] Yo.. INS the Rebel, your highness with 7L and Esoteric, speaking real words Speak on it kid! [Esoteric] Yo, I touch the mic like a
You said to me that i was the only one Who could keep it true to you unlike anyone But you were mistakin' because I fucked up But now things have changed
x2] You don't have to believe me (believe me) Unless you want to believe me (believe me) But it's real (It's so real) It's all real [Eightball] Yeah
light show And proceed to takin' over, you cut with the white snow This one here is for my ballers and my true street thugs My real trap-or-die niggas
Misty shadows grips the heart Souls reunite in order of chaos [*] Wnite knights guards the treasures of dreams In the centre of the storm a man is to
respekt, jetzt zeig' ich dir was in mir steckt das ist rap, authentisch bis zum schluss genau unser leben, die kids kriegen nich genug alles real, ohne
She was killing good luck with her bare hands on cloudy nights, Kissing off her allies with her poison lips - the trigger slips. September was a good
Hello vampire where've you been, You look like you've seen better evenings. Your teeth fell out, You're stuck on skin, I get no threat behind your breathing
This is the worst day of my life Do you want to come over Its unlucky, to be superstitious Its unlucky, to hope for the best Its not funny, but you
Drinking from a text book, full of fake wine. gulping to dissolve that anechoic mind. with echoes stretching off the pages, I designate imaginary/real