Breathing fire. Fill the sky. With smoke and spires. Black and high. Lungs corroded sealed and charred. Losing time. Erosion of reality. Kaleidoscopic
cause I'm comin back like Jesus Bow down to my ill nation runnin from drug cases Lookin at my congregation so full of thug faces Momma gave a ni**a breath
third eye you played it fast so we ??? push it worldwide it's juss a mental suicide, Kamakazie got the plug on this game, so we on the plane Friday finally
Touched by the toil and plunged into his arm cursed thru the night thru eyes of alarm A melody black flowed out of my breath searching for death but
with dyed hair and pierced lips What kinda nigga from the hood is you? I could name fifty niggas that's as good as you But a nigga like Plan man I'm better
in town On the run the people turn to animals Love and hate does not exist here more No more hope Which led to the world's last breath Fire does control
Waters could not have killed you Nor fire, Atlantis, my friend Downfall grows in the hearts of man But the west wind recalls still your sound So we plant
I seek the unknown lands, Aware that he is close And though he steals my breath, I'll make him die alone and cold. I look up to the sky And see the stars
engines and powerful ballistae were hauled inexorably into position, alongside a battery of katapelte and petrobolos. The one hundred thousand strong Imperial Frontier Army, having planted
s takin' the only air I breathe Iron lungs and a plate glass sermon Don't call it death on the installment plan She's pulling the armour on my back
when you find me pinned beneath the wreckage call off your sirens call of your search everything is quiet on fire everything is warm inside the glow
and father equal but I did damage to so many people So much evil it's hard to see through the dark, gotta fight fire with fire Let it spark and light
G-Macc] Dinner and a Movie I'm Bacc Nigga That's what it is [Verse 1:] Yeah I might as well get wet Give me a Newport I'm a little strange now On fire
to show you sucker ass mutts what's the fucks what Brother Ali vow solemnly not to die while the music is still inside of me It's got to be allowed to breathe
fifty And if I take 49, and you're left with one See the one that jammed in ya ear, made ya deaf son Take ya breath son, nah, here's the oxygen Fuck it
fact of the matter at hand For me to come and control this whole shit, was only part of the plan The other part of the plan, for you to understand That
[Death; portrayed by Busta Rhymes + sounds of a shovel digging + a heartbeat] Yeah I know A lot of you niggaz don't plan on the day when you'd have to
