clutchin my tools Ice-grill make you wanna say what's fuckin with Smooth (yo, what's fuckin with that nigga?) I'm sick of these crews, actin like they
tight till it slips and scars Outerspace get it right we shift and drift from y'all Outerspace get it right we shift and drift from y'all [Outerspace
rappers rhymes, death is glamorised Not me, I'll always stay remembering you I should've known this was something you'd eventually do When you got shift
me scars she had acquired each time a genius would depart jimi hendrix on her left hand johnny cash on her heart different fingers mingus, davis and her leg scarred
'all [Verse 1: Elzhi] Could it be a dream? I'm finally rich in wealth I'm not convinced, let me pinch myself Was my mother even sick in health? Then
with it You know I keeps it crackin cause it's a must Cause this the way we bell form dawn to dusk [WC] Sick as they come Sick as thay come WC got that
bullets And who they struck so I'm fucked Must take control of myself Before I shift and hurt someone else [Hook:] The unknown soldier [x2] War scars
the stable gates A graveyard shift in tone Sank upon the castle, like a papal weight Or a deep philosophical stone) The air was sick with trepidation
would hang, the greater my slang It took my english, replaced it with game Only cared about, sneakers and two-two bullets Influenced by the hood, wasn't scared
like you And care people didn't like you, You wanna bang, I wanna bang too Skyline,pyru You would've died, I would've died too, You went to prison, got sick
trampling ants Peep the form it's the Vatican stance The Pope victor the 1st the flow spit with the curse The sicker the verse the more bodies we stick