her without a trace I can?t try to find her 'cause I don?t know her face I feel it (ohoohwohoh) Your demon (ohoohwohoh) I see the daggers coming from your
know her face I feel it, your demon I see the daggers comin' from your eyes And they cut right through me Cut right through me I feel it, your demon
without a trace I can?t try to find her 'cause I don?t know her face I feel it (ohoohwohoh) Your demon (ohoohwohoh) I see the daggers coming from your
I'm tearin' off my Mask, and yet, I'm still an Avenger I'm ready and the surrender, to go in back of ya neck To put your body, in check, so what's up [
[Chorus] We be the products of the city life but yet we live for Christ City kids that rip the mic but we're a different type We love God so we hate
perfect and your whole house seems to be perfect, and behind closed doors, everybody suffers from some kind of demon but nobody knows it, until it all unvails itself, your
I breed another eight MCs approachin' me I disrespect, slash your neck, cash your check It's how I bought my fat ass Lex So clear the way It's Shay, dawg
get world Into a vortex of death when he crawls on your chest Distress and fess everything until nothing is left It's the (Demon)[echo] It's the Demon[echo] [CHORUS:] The Demon
you dance Liquid love, baby, looks like a bottle Let me watch you dance your way to my liver [x2] Don't be afraid to admit your down falls We all got
of my hand on your neck pressing your face against the sheets it's insane You been changed, cause I'm outta this world girl I got that Milky Way dick
won't be humble Been around the block and it ain't our first day out Crazy with a stick and yo I throws a blow a-way out Kids who use to stay out till
goes (Bodya)(bodya)(bodya)(bodya) Come on (Bodya)(bodya)(bodya)(bodya) [Vex] Bassline penetration with the God Sound vibration Me and M-o used to demo
when I come blow your mic hand off, sorry I touched him Here they come again through customs Mad ways to dead the wax, one way to bust him [Chorus:]
time I'm on your TV (yeah), I'm on your radio (yeah) On your call the station kid but get no commercial play though (uh uh) Love your videos (right),
did it You packing sumtin special in your crib then bitch get it I'm physically fitted to run your digits I'm hostile with this roscal pointed up your
found clubbin' Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin' Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you He's your father-what
(feat. Hieroglyphics) [A-Plus:] You don't have to worry any longer. . . Yo wait a damn, minute listen to the way the man spin it even with improper
to the hood and get all the kids that I can fit In a limo take 'em to the store and buy 'em some shit Give 'em a demo of my new shit cuz it's the shit
