Is your love really Love? Is my love really Love? I think our love isn't Love, Unless it's Love to the end. Is your god really God? Is my god really
Is your love really love? Is my love really love? I think our love isn?t love Unless it?s love to the end Is your god really God? Is my god really God
tick-tock, like the grains of sand Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel The threat of a war is real Where my soldiers for the battlefield? And as
Forever dissolve in my hands no breath left to breath i can no longer taste the sun only chemical burn cities choking out their citizens fumes spew
your wrists Wake up arms Delicate feet For as one to march the streets Each alone, each part of another Your steps shall ring Shall raise the cloud
seeds growing up seven to six Fuck a Benz wit tints I got the razor prints Yall rappers love idols there it is Im convinced Burn my contract, mental
Deep under the darkened cities Beneath the overcrowded metropolis All over the living sphere In labyrinths of olden tunnels Carved by forgotten forces
one here escapes their fate, begging for their final breath they die Their cities burn in a massive conflagration The flames of hate are burning higher
be with keep this a secret right by the nuts a 4-5 that'll light niggas up and this 4-5 high make me not give a fuck [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] But as long as
nigga gonna do whatever he has to A man is the last thing you should fear It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day (Obie Trice go!) But as long as
above 'Cause I see nothin' feminine about givin' your brother some love Look deeply in each other's eyes, you know we are the ones Racism is a cloud
, 'Cause I see nothin' feminine about givin' your brother some love. Look deeply in each other's eyes: you know we are the ones Racism is a cloud that
, Welcome, to the cyber age, the air's burning like a microwave, The holy lands sees miles away, I pour out some alisae, beneath the skies, 'cause the clouds
demon chasing me All of time moves backwards, I'm growing old And the clouds are burning fire, and so I'm told That there's a lot of living souls such as
it with the soda I chop the dope and sell it with the Razor Motorola Hold up 'fore I have to load up, hollow tips as they explode up Leave you pussy niggas wet as
m burning purple flowers It's burning my chest I bury the most cash and burning the rest Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air Do ones beneath me recognize the Red Bottoms I wear? Burner
s got me on a flight higher than a kite And my eyes real low so I have no sight I'm feeling really right as I keep flow, through the sky Way past cloud
