All religion based on fear The bible is not true No fear at all, no sin The illusion do not need Every moment is the last To be dead for next time
Modern contemporary man still hunt and gather data They want glamour, the priceless prize Give 'em a torch and they put the fire to your eyes Give 'em
ain't fly So I come in the party live Chopping rappers down to size I know em when I see em cause they got that look in their eyes Surprise Aceyalone
1] I peeped your whole style, low profile I know now why these rappers act so wild They lack discipline, hardheads ain't listenin The gods said drop em
(feat. Fre, Grafh, Invincible, Jane Doe, J-Live) "1, 2, 3, 4" [x10] [88 Keys] Yo, this is 88... This is for Amadou Diallo Rest in peace, you still
campaign the (?) to vote is unanimous Smokin' cannabis, put 'em in a camel clutch(?) Like this, can't trip when I get across Set it off, lay 'em down
ya Better start lookin at things from my angle I'm trying to be up on the board with a triangle Next to my name with a 10 or a 20 Now that's when you
into obscurity like judo, no Menudo cause you pseudo, tryin to compete with reality like Xerox Towards destruction you spiraling like hairlocks, wipe them teardrops Chasing stars in your eyes
Some guy laughs] [Verse 1: Bizzy Bone] We had to get 'em up wid two thugs Runnin' side by side wid number one Murda mo drop my guage on 'em When the
so spill it. Gotta let a me lead off. Copper thought that he had me caught: Little Layzie blew his head off. Get 'em on the get up. The bullets-they start
lie Kept on goin' on for some months, lookin' the judge right in the eyes Feelin' his anger, watched fools before me do petty crimes and he's givin' 'em
it more right now Big and small and skin em all right down Wide variety of kicks And 9 times out of 10 I'm get a bitch And get so?right now, I mean right
asked for it Got your picture taken and put in a tabloid Cause you a man and you like to touch little boys You fuck 'em in the ass, then you give 'em
and out 10-4 [Freestyle] Estimated time arrival oh-three-hundred hours, we need firepower Defcon 5, most capsized, my G eyes, with three eyes Dip in
Me fall off? No sir Had did it once before, but I call it whiplash Snap back quick when It comes to cash That's when them niggas start watching ya ass But I make 'em
blow up spots, slam microphones Thinking 'bout pacing dawg? Adjust your tone Fuck rhyming, I'll leave your eyes shinin' like chrome Rims, main course, knuckle sandwich and 10
get in free before 10 They rather pay 10 to see if the Chamillion's goin in Fa'sho then Me and Lester Boy gon' buy out the bar While ya eyes is on my
15's beatin' so hard that my plaques start to fall Look at former friends, smilin' and plotin' to see me fall I miss a step and fall and still be 10 flights
