a look into my tell-tale eyes Build me a coffin Lock it with a million nails I will still know that my love can never fail Have a listen to my tell-tale
slowly Keep 'til the pain subsides Ill try not to make you laugh Because I know it hurts so bad Stricken without warning No portent No tell tale signs
the simple pleasures that used to get and they now leave me here motionless walking to the mailbox to send my life away with a signature I remember all the jokes we used to tell
time I close my eyes That I may love you every day until I die These eyes are heavy These eyes are heavy These eyes are heavy These eyes are heavy (
(feat. Jamie Madrox) [Intro] You're about to hear the tale of an indestructable man He's dead and he's pissed He's roamin the streets at night lookin
The tell tale hints of acquiescence lighter eyes when she comes over its obvious they're lying she likes to smoke some drugs and screw and leave she
away Day by day, it's all just the same Let me escape, just let me be free RUN AWAY These eyes tell the tale of a desperate man Too afraid to tell the
defense for the truth so what the deal nigga No matter who tell it, real niggas always prevail Just like a fake nigga always fail Niggas livin in a fairy tale
hand Welcome my friend, you've come to the grove We hope you've enjoyed your stay You're never to leave or tell of this tale Bohemians won't be betrayed
to the right full throttle and added panache Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth? That's like me telling myself don't tell me what
respect like Sonny from "Bronx Tale" Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel Thirsty to live, are y'all niggaz eager to die? I tell all my niggaz ride, you won't leave
rappin Like, Martin and D, "What's the Worst Can Happen?" Brooklyn can start cappin, Uptown can start robbin Bronx can tell the tale, and start back mobbin
but I must leave. And I feel compelled to tell you this, and I feel compelled to beg of you. Could you play the part of protagonist, as I close my eyes
me tell you somethin Bout that guy named Al Skratch, the Mack Big Ill, LIC This is virtual reality A rap fantasy of the life of four beings Seen through the eyes
Don't recall when I first felt the cold Somehow it seems my tale already has been told The past like photographs seems strange to me The eyes may see
it kills you Nobody cares That's why you gotta cut it out Nobody cares Capeesh Worry about yourself, your family, and people that are important to you Let me tell
what I wanna say to all of you Go and telephone, or tell a friend The man known as Super Rhymes is back again And all you fly guys, I tell you this I
