At the end of the road, he calls everyone home And the fire will consume us, striking through to the bone At the end of the road, you will soon hear him
nothin no jokin son Jasmine holdin the smokin gun By the time I realized I caught two in the chest had the vest As I fell I'm not thinkin of death Still
you to death by electric chair [Some guy laughs] [Verse 1: Bizzy Bone] We had to get 'em up wid two thugs Runnin' side by side wid number one Murda
of our government's [Verse 1:] Apartheid on West Bank - nobody cares Shots coming from the left flank, the kids unaware Refugee camps a death camp, live by
we be? It's judgement day as we speak And it ain't no other road, no Death is the only way to go So murder is comin' to get us, pin us, all within time
'll use you to the death then move you to the left I trip on what the world is showing me Wow, how many killers have we passed by in our lifetimes unknowingly
we hiding side of the hallways The narrow road has followed the battle hole of hollows I spit To keep the real alive to have tommorow Murderer slash
play unfair and mean Death proof and the by the way?you will die at the end of the day Bombs, guns, bullets, screams...war is a game to play unfair and mean murder
regardless Live by the gun, dunn, and die by the gun And revolutionize minds until freedom one [Chorus: Gene Grey and Chuck D] Somebody scream bloody murder
no brains. Sniff cocaine to ease pain, OD'd off of Thorazaine, I'm stiff out my mind main, It's the end of the line, end of the road, I'm insane. Shit
of the struggle? Everyday tryin' to piece this puzzle And every second I'm out on the hustle, I sit and I gussle Hopin' reality done pass me by, right on by
jokin' son Jasmine holdin' the smokin' gun By the time I realized I caught two in the chest had the vest As I fell I'm not thinkin' of death Still fallin
into a new world and seek this fortune And suited himself to the times with extortions A hustle that was ruled by men and murder He earned enough for
And the rain grew to a foul meditation (sound of rain) Of betrayal, murder revenge Bitch that set you up will get hers in the end In the hall of the lobby
Camaflouge and wish we hiding side of the hallways The narrow road has followed the battle hole of hollows I spit To keep the real alive to have tommorow Murderer
Touched by the hands that have murdered a million Unarmed patrons' fists raised They don't wanna listen to the bullshit being fed to them spoonful
carefully controlled, Why else would fiction have such licence? We are allowed to see endless theatrical deaths, But when the real deaths started on
dough for the pussy by the hour Where the fuck them whores at, get your dough, mama I'm ride till the end of the road, baby This life gonna drive me
