on me reasons i will not say walls are surrounding me prisoners they make of you Bathtub is rusted phone line corrupted Iron bars like auschwitz cremate your conflict
their friend that night They let him down by his bed he lay at the feet of the King But he would not stay cuz the healer spoke as the prophets said Chorus
to slangin llello (llello) but if I do that's what I do (that's what I do) *repeat 2X* [Verse One: E-40] Grindin out of my Aunties, backyard that's the
wine up) [Chorus: Elephant Man] Shake that booty, turn it around Back that ass up, wine go down Shake that booty, turn it around Back that ass up, wine
kill me! So I went back and read the first few letters that said Some shit about a message you left Oh shit, that's not an "E" that's an "A" This
, cause to them that's wrong Cause like P.E. said, we're too black and too strong But hey, what can I say (Brothers and sisters) that's a price a rapper
You don't want no kind of conflict Or you'll get stripped as the rhyme is ripped Pick up the pieces now ain't that peace yeah I'm hip Everything I said
consumer base Bass boom will make the crowd sing and syncopate with the views that they're espousing Synchronize to the stupid take a thousand Sinning like every excuse they
And it was at that precise moment that he remembered An ancient Eskimo legend Wherein it is written On whatever it is that they write it on up there That
back to check the seams The stitching is weak and threading could pile to the knees For once I?ll touch you with the issues of a conflict that continues
but that's my shorty I got her running through this planet, just like a bandit but I don't trust her, cuz she a hustla she living for that loot like me, that
days, snap back and spin the gaige The numbers agree, it's '99, it's time to get paid They comin to our aid, now they wanna rock on stage You didn't listen
guns you need earplugs If it ain't war from above then what you scared off? They ain't use to no cakes so when they choose they fate You get the fiery
coffee I know you cowards wanna off me I ham shower, on they walkie talkies Pull the caliber on porky [Leathafase:] Livin' star, a constellation that
a punk, and a fag So a hoe put a label on your sissy ass [Chorus] Contagion, confusion and chaos Miss me with that The Conflict, Conflict The Conflict, Conflict
known But "Scourge of God" is the one That rings the darkest tone CHORUS Hell awaits behind Gaul's gates The Roman's stand only to fall They will
are tryin to stop The biggeda-, the biggeda-, the boss of the hip-hop Hop, they'll never come near They'll never come here, no, not this year They're