: No time to think about our world's fate No time to think about its end We feel dejection In dreaming to much time we spend They say we don't know
the dark But you received the spirit and it?s written on your heart But thanks to God man (this is my heart upon the letter) Who always leads us in triumphs
the best And most times you prove me right [Crypic One] This graffiti Vandalous, scandalous Hip Hop's evangelist Spreadin' my gospel through the use unheard languages See, my third vision
) Party people It's the place to be I come to bring to you Bubba Sparxxx and that bitch got somethin to prove And that bitch got somethin to prove What
difficult To establish foundations. Their lies and distortions are so extreme That everything becomes poisoned and corrupted. We can become media personalities, but it is always
hand I'll show your fans I own this land My flow's intangible Expanding growth that stands and holds hip-hop on a cross Lickin' shots for the lost vision
with a long K Matter of fact I'm exactly what the song say Mic killa, best flow-er, "that's what they all say" Let me prove it to you, deliver the music
close to the edge? Lookout out to the setting sun The brink of your vision Eternal youth is the landscape of a lie The cracks of my skin can prove as
close to the edge? Lookout to the setting sun The brink of your vision Eternal youth is A landscape of the lie The cracks of my skin can prove As the
are what? To make all you wack MC's shut up You're always buyin rap records jammin def beats Then dissin rap artists out in the streets You always say
grew to be rough, you couldn't tell me nothin about the world, cause I was always into somethin I think I was the lightest kid out the click always quick
improved. Eternal rights we left behind, We were the better kind. Two the same, set free too, I always looked to you, I always looked to you, I always
Japan Return to learn of the roots in a search to prove When the brain is fed, I'll bust loose Readin' the race, the lies that are hidin' And bring new vision
Our reputation grows as the music gets vicious I will succeed while you suckers make wishes Time and time again I prove to be exciting But time and time again you prove
produced it Then the strain makes the brain just lose it The past was a class, the present is a prison, the future is a vision Livin life is my religion
to test Weak niggas prove you ain't hard Step with your ho-card, remind them of the St. Clair style How we do it always, keep foldin' Flippin' through
chillin I was broke like a motherfucker, loyal to my vision Knowin that I'd be on top or somewhere close to it Nigga, my livin quarters'll be the thing to prove