black on wax I walk the street with a battle axe [ ROUND 1: Bronx Style Bob ] Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence Cause when you die, you'se a past
past type, if that's yo girlfriend She wasn't last night punk, little boy Stylin' mad chump, ain't no wins here This sport's extreme, know what I mean
felt Fire rushing through our veins Now's the time To rise up from our hell Now's the time to free our brains The meaning of life is to Give life meaning
For light is nowhere near as fast as we Our computer says we've exceeded expectations When we reach our departure point there will be celebrations What this means is our
the combo, she try to diss my rhyme flow She ain't know we only glamorous like Phat Farm fashion Simmons name sinamous wit this cash It's our passion
I walk the street with a battle axe [ROUND 1: Bronx Style Bob] Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence Cause when you die, you'se a past tense So
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