world of lies With a heart made out of stone I looked deep into my eyes And I knew I was alone * I'm a son of a son I'm the son of the sun My death
the animals While I'm filling up their empty skulls And it's all you see, away from me A black flag a minor threat The subtle stink of cigarettes And it's all I
Killing us one by one In one way or another American will find a way to eliminate the problem One by one The problem is the troubles in the black youth
cause when I'm gone I'll only go one way "No ghetto, no master race.." [3X] "Let both sides, unite, in peace.." [Pete Nice] I ain't a master, no I'm
, I'm a g I'm a rock with dat beat Tell u diz about me, Bout me, Bout me, Bout me, I'm a keep dat black flag on me, tell u dat about me... I'm a stack
grind, to those we lost to war lookin' for a lifetime, I do it for the G's, I do it for the streets, this one for history, I'm toastin' this to me, glasses
beats I'm untamed, I need a leash I'm insane, I need a shrink I love brain, I need a leech Why complain on easy streets? I don't even talk, I let the
You kill a black you safe, but kill the other You crucified, look at gram [Hook x3:] I'm hurting inside, I'm hurting inside I'm hurting inside, I feel
ship with a sail Divine when I spit, like if I sipped from the grail Cuz I'm immortal [Hook x2] "I am immortal, I have inside me blood of kings I have
[Red] Hoooaaaahhh! One two, one two, one two This is for Jersey, haha ahh, ah hah One two, one two [Verse Three: Tame One, MC El] I'm the black king
The pressure is on, the blunts is lit My presence is strong, it's real I'm amongst the mix The Wesson is long, I move like I'm on some shit So testin
it to a body bag Stars and stripes upon a blood stained rag Hand over my heart and I'm 5 years old Words I don't know now I do what I'm told Cleanse the
I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a
it. If I'm running on tell me. Climb the walls, look for lost convictions, study my face I'm a contradiction. Talk's cheap whiskey's not free. We got one
the meat on my menu Piru is the gang Hell, I was been through But I'm a soldier to the very end I hate Crabs with the passion, my attitude is grim, so I
