In the dark ages, medieval times In the first stages of the last decline In the ancient city, AD 79 frozen in ash; smothered in time In the fertile
thoughts like these Are cemented in procrastination. Now this part of 'she' is liquid form Somewhere on the floor, As a self-defiant need for a cure.
it I rip out your frame and make no bones about it ES, shout it, my style slams dark My rhymes start to combine like dry humps and hand jobs You need a fade that's a
chillin, have you sleep with a knife Sleep on me, and never wake up U.K. will never break up Gangstas I ganged up on your a banged up These lame ass niggas
Behold my eyes While I cut down the tree Through my spine A rush of doubt choking me Choking me hard Just once to be a man of no account No frames
revolution Televised execution Where I put my dip Newports at Susan What if Kurt were to put a hole in Courtney chest That frame of mind wouldn't caught me a
had a baby girl to worry about That would struggle to blend in Now as I think, a weightlessness is interrupting my senses A pulsing tension carries my very frame
out We represent the Ruffhouse Keep one and a half, even while I'm banned at the thug house (tha'ts right) Now your facing a one of a kind dude Undefined
Ahh, to each his own so I choose to maintain Ready to rock, blow the spot, make it boil like crockpots I, shot lyrics from a mini-mac cordless Broads hear the name, see the frame
in the day, it's been a while since I've been a child But even then, I had impeccable style Chugalug, chugalug, three dice in a cup Yo, put down one,
An hour or more of teeming Storm punching like a hurricane That tore him out of dreaming Air screaming through the slightest gap Rattling between the frame
hell To Martin and Chris Rock and Dave Chappelle Time flies and it feels so strange You've got to love to ride the winds of change [Wordsworth:] Holdin' a picture frame
A vengeful angel flies around the sun, dripping his wax down on those that watch. The feathers fall next, they're dancing down. Such a graceful decent
Lord please, give your homeboy a second chance Baby need a new pair of shoes, and a college fund My P.O. wanna know how I got a gun I'm in the presence
(feat. Agallah, Blackadon) [Intro: sample from movie] Most persons never have a chance to get into a recording studio Never get to see or hear a record
even moments we never share And all this land has been discovered every frame infront of me is describing in a story a familiar history Through a city
all hip-hop vermin Extermination courtesy of prodigals sons collectin funds Without the use of handguns, but Be alarmed they'll put a chip in your arm Scenes of a
? and time flies, (verse2) An old man, sits alone trying hard to remember but his memories gone up on the wall dressed up inside a frame hangs up a frame a