a diet but my pockets eating cheese cake And I?ll say boy the Chucky is Child?s play Just killed another career it?s a mild day Besides ?Ye they can?t
Kool Keith] My flow is so dark, I open coffins like I'm Dracula [Noggin Nodders] And I'm that kid who raps about, who what? That guy, whatever We pull the drawers
world today Looking for the words but I can't explain I feel the worst is drawing near, feeding on our fear Another cry from a broken home Another soul
hit 'em like Rose in China snow Wanna see the costs of the bosses comin' to toss it Ain't no losses, ain't no crosses, leave you dead in a closet Family
my foes and hit 'em like Rose in China snow Wanna see the costs of the bosses comin' to toss it Ain't no losses, ain't no crosses, leave you dead in
s Andre. Can yo punk ass come out to play? Stay in your little hole, then coward duck your head You don't know who you be fuckin with youse better off...dead
travel My team'll have you caught from a smokin barrel Dead or paralyzed, my mack parallel lines is my rhymes, the shit I design You and I burst, I verse, draw
(feat. The Family) It's a Hell Up in Harlem, fuckit, another day another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the Rottweilers Pull the collars, make
salute you having been formed by your ancestors the gods of your ancestors salute you they draw you in they draw you through they draw they draw you
you need Like I told you BEFOOOOOOOOOOORE.. Yeah, the rap game is DEAD, I'm bout to breathe life in it Bring it back to when niggaz was cypherin Yeah, back in the DAY
way My poppa told me it's another way for me to do it But his method didn't work now I'm through with it Prepared for the funeral of the juvenile I might be dead
Used to wake up on the morning hugging the sheets Used to practice what I'd say for the day that we meet Used to pray every day for the day that we meet
did roll Thanks give you cannot see those sails And faces bleach and draw Ice we drank and leather did chew For the oceans are unwholesome there The dead
(Keith, Hannon, Skeoch) Stormy night under dead black skies, he pulls into town Thunder rolls and the lightning bolts come crashin' to the ground Cold
player behind the (?) cap he's belgium another bright screaming gang Johnny drums see peeps leaving trailing gaps putting face cream on between the breaks and tracks I needed to stop this, draw