Lies built the prophecy and till this day my eyes, lied too many times, to confide, all I ask for is a means to an end. An escape from eternal suffering
built the prophecy and till this day my eyes, lied too many times, to confide, all I ask for is a means to an end. An escape from eternal suffering.
comes that murderous MC straight from Boston Double-crossin niggas is how I'm livin I be that brother that gets you open No jokin, I blow more smoke
all I know And I'ma beats my hoe if she ain't got my doe You hoes best to run for cover cause we bouts to blow "loaded with cash no plex no more" Mista
I know And I'ma beats my hoe if she ain't got my doe You hoes best to run for cover cause we bouts to blow "loaded with cash no plex no more" Mista Masta
[Freestyle] I suggest you keep your distance my death blow's inevitable, and your susceptible to physical injury this music industry is full of shit
grown Into a full-blown example of how to act like an asshole I never would have introduced you to booze and skipping school 'Cause right now I feel responsible to find an
watch me glow [Charles Hamilton:] Rey Mysterio flow, stayin' clear Of makeup-smeared hatin' queers, makin' clear this is spiritual Though a spirit you owe, church final Your funeral in an
a full gat, keep it underground fuck that! [Chorus] [Verse Three] For every verse I ever spit, for every mic I ever rip I still got a full clip of unstoppable
And put blood stains on your Timbs So when the clip blow, get low like the Ying Yang Twins Oh yes? on the windows, in the wall I'm in it 'til the end
never leave these streets Martin luther King talk about peace Me I just walk with my peace And any nigga got no manners I'll handle 38 long titanium handle Blow
s flick I make dough stay low take those 8 O's To yeah yo in case those cato's do favo's My shorty Audrey had the mean 740 We had an orgy she wanted to
every stroke of the pen I don't mean to be a jinx, but then When you come against me your career's at an end I'll attack with a rap that is apt to attract
world and i hear 'dem autos call well i'm a big time pumper and i pump'em full of my gas and if you give me static i'll tell ya blow it up your
let's double the cream and stay pop, and hold it for ransom Keep the bricks, sell 'em all, triple the pie, handsome Kill two birds with one stone, get full blown
2000, was a number one flick The housing development built to collapse quick arousing the relevant faith to berate this Dousing the machine, gasoline and flame fists I'm full blown
was livid, now I'm even more so Shit I got full blown AIDS and a sore throat I got a wardrobe with an orange robe {*wolf whistle*} I'm in the fourth row
