Put up your hands And up your guns New war is a fake peace You like to shout Against my face You say hello, killing! I swear I love, I live, I die No
damned dollar you make, well, that's just another dollar for the Klan [Song starts] [Intro] What?! My nigga Vic rest in peace, my nigga (rest in peace
full of layman's terms It goes, "Hey! Peace! Pray for the plagued! Major relief and capacious rains." But just 'cause I don't want to war with you It
chalice, detached from the distractions At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a fragment of me actually is present The rest of me is
vegetable Where the bullet not, don't get caught in drop when the light change Left that light frame like eject on the flight plane Peace to thug niggaz
detached from the distractions At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a fragment of me actually is present The rest of me is
master, soul controller Writer of the lyrical manifold, I explode with the Craftmatic scroll Givin you a taste of death, seven bullets through your chest Then I rest in peace
Shocka locka... [Cee-Lo] Shit, behold it is me, it is the epitome of extraterrestrial energy Experiment and enter the internals of the inner me The art
, detached from the distractions At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a fragment of me actually is present The rest of me is
-keds box full of layman's terms, it goes hey, peace, pray for the plagued, major relief and capacious rains, but just cuz i don't want to war with you
spine, leave you vegetable Where the bullet not Don't get caught in drop when the light change Left that light frame like eject on the flight plane Peace
