comes to the money drugs scrappin' and cappin' I'm a veteran and I bet when I pull my thang You hoe niggaz run faster than cut out segas We some spiritual
The spiritual, evil shit you do But whose looking out for you? Yo [Chorus: Drunken Dragon] How real is real, is it something you feel, or something you front
leaving it work, just like torture Torching my character, makes things muthafuckin' worser Headquarters cross like waters, infiltrated Rob the snake, it's territory rapist Front
designed you Dig into my chronicle, so I can unbondage you They let you see what they want you to But things is right in front of you [Ol' Dirty Bastard
flippin, feelin for a fight [Babyface Fensta:] Wanna get my groove on, proceed the move on [Chilli Black:] Before the break of dawn, all y'all niggas is gone Try to front
with my Brooklyn Zu style Shotguns aimin at your chestpiece, BLAOW! We're not finished yet! You are now about to enter the realm of, the Spiritual Assassin [echos] [Spiritual
back to forever The warrior became protector; take a closer look at the bars You'll see I'm not behind them or in front of them, I'm one of them Started
the enemy Mix the blood so it don't coagulate The sex magic won't work if the bitch masturbates Nobody can hold me back, my flow bloviates into a spiritual
know ask somebody on Valence and Magnolia i'm like the Don John Gotti, don't try me or you'll end up a nobody, on a front of a tee with your people
Philly flowin', beats goin' cruise the ghetto Rocked my show in a jersey, blue and yellow Stash in the backseat, ass in the backseat Straight dimes can't front
an abortion I don't want to hear you wack motherfuckers hating me Niggas is Australian they're so far beneath me Ever since Pac dissed me, Jersey tried to front
for the raquet but she's not Serena Niggaz wanna run infront my car pop the beamer wet of water I ain't talking Aquafina so I kick spiritual lyrics in
you want, I sit back and front The money, the jewels, the hoe, clothes, YOU KNOW Friends and fools can tell ya so about the lyrical, spiritual More it
the love Love everything you do, and do nothing halfheartedly Be what you speak Man, never speak on what you be Even if you're lost, front like you got
but yet so clear Reflections seen by a fugitive Trying to escape the looking glass Blood runs from open wounds of false flesh The one in front of the
il tuo complice Mc?s si mettono in vetrina come prostitute ad Amsterdam altri pianeti attorno a cui la mia mente non gravita costantemente medita quando la mia fronte
globe for make sure that my people ain't havin it and any piece of land thats unreachable at the moment will feel my spiritual music that will crushes