twelve into six, two halves of a whole tug at a singular soul wound round a staff. Two snakes compete for control, the two snakes cognitive dissidence
into six, two halves of a whole tug at a singular soul wound round a staff. Two snakes compete for control, the two snakes cognitive dissidence of the
fairy tale that's my ammo Fuck bitches on the reg with no problemo Iceberg, rabbits, and the fox and more Where I coped two more, bought four for Rza
I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free (repeat 3X) Verse Two: 2Pac I can't sleep niggaz plottin on to kill me while I'm dreamin Wake up sweaty
Yeah 'Pac, fuck that, still hittin em up with that old deadly shit. Aiyyo Treach where you at? Step up and hit they ass up with the wickedness.) Verse
, the way the games get controlled Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest fuckin
is still fuckin talkin? You nigga still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight Aight, it's the Raid on you All day You punk mutha-fuckas The shit nigga Killuminati
be shinin like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin holdin pistols The mission's simple, fold up and roll up dead presidentials Sew up all the potential
] Yo, yo I'm on some other shit, run up on your mother shit Hockey mask, black tape, tapin up your baby brother shit Two guns, one in your face, one in
up and down, Word to God, (Motherfuckers) It's Killarm run up on your whole squad Pick up the LP, One love to my peoples, (Word up) Black guerrilla fam
[Intro: Beretta 9 (9th Prince)] High tech, one-two, check it, check it out Got to do the knowledge, all these phases (word up) (Beretta 9) dart specialist
alive it don't matter which bitches litter is clipped (Bang!) Sun down, goggle up; canteen gobble-juice Teargas nozzle up, brain buff hostile youth Chop it up
fingers for your daughters Caught belly-up, antique Nazi paraphernalia You can not pay you bills with holy water and Hail Mary luck (Oh my!) Shut this fucker
, Analog Brothers, get out of here kid [Ice O] Get off the man's dick man [Ice O] Back the fuck up you lil' motherfucker, back the fuck up! [Keith Korg
1: Andre Nickatina] Picture a blind man that can't see Meanin' the beauty he's supposed to see God, it can't be I slither low like a snake, the venom
experience, fuck what a teacher taught 'em Puff a woolie for boredom, rough or at least accordin' To parents who paid enough attention to at least ignore 'em Blowin' up
your state up. [Slug] Came up the hard way and put my name up, Now why would anybody wanna hate slug? Straight up, your fake heart pump snake blood! Fuck you and the space you take up
this you'll find yourself victim of the rhyme bombardment Weak shit, I have the tolerance I write the best rhymes in my sleep Dreamland beats and freelance techniques fuckin' up
