hear me calling And set this heart of mine free Chorus: In every beat Beat of my heart You're everything I need In every breath I breathe Thoughts of you In every beat
I remain on the creep Sideways down the street, woofers pounding my seat So I creep, and keep it on the down low Me and my nigga Z-Ro, remain in Cognito The beat
thug shit, thats what they tell me So many rumors but I'm infinitely Immortal Outlaw Switching up on you ordinary bitches like a south paw you get let And every
occupation is under question Wanted for investigation, and even though I'm marked for death, I'ma spark til I lose my breath Motherfuckers, every time
Intro: 2Pac Hey DeVante Nigga, don'tcha know we're gonna sow up every bitch in the country Me and you, up in the same motherfuckin room On the same
[Interlude: Angie Martinez] Police say... One man with a gun shot five people! And sent hundrends runnin' from cover. Chaos around new time turn this
beat fades out] Two for the shoow! - Ooooooooohhhhhh! (This is that shit right here!) Three to get the honeyyys! [scratches] Here we gooo! - Weeeeeeeee dooo it! [scratches] [beat
Dactyl" will have to strike Be rappers with the mic like I practice every night Vocabulary's tighter than a "Seven-Forty I" I mortify forty-five guys
investigate the metal plate in my head I'm cold invincible like an igloo Brainwaves bein' the shade of atomic missles Then transport thru ya physical explode thru ya mental Then beat
grandfather clock inside my room It'll never miss a tick-tock, it strikes everyday a noon Every hour on the hour, it'll sing a tune Every half hour ot
been cut. This is not happening. It's this ocean that I cannot wish away. Goodnight sweetheart. There is nothing more to say. Things fall apart. Hearts are broken every
pupae waiting to become worms Another dark night, teething I'm marking a beast sheep Like I gathered 'rouind 39 thieves in a beat of dark dirty swarms
on my block, think it's sweet You'll be layin in the street from more kicks than beats More slugs from the heat, niggaz hustle, hand to hand (why?) Cause every
the scene trailed by gale force winds gustin Bustin through obstructions with percussion like a wreckin ball Brothers runnin game but to be honest I ain't checkin y'all Psycho fans prepared to answer my every
, jump off how they react Picky for strictly just for the sticky like a tree sap Trixie got them knee pads I let the beat blast, time is money 'Til then
Verse 2: Apathy] Ya'll are going down like Mary J. Blige My vocabularies live I spit so much my salivary needs to re-energize Every five seconds or more
to end war and stuff you got to sing loud. I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it for another twenty five minutes.
