we're all different - not some stereotype not fake gangsters - don't believe the hype ridiculed by the media - sensationalize don't accept it - combat
friends Lets do it till the police kick the doors in Tell them niggaz get to steppin', let all the hoes in Make room for this big body In a big body,
Upside down my mind is warping Cannot break free From teh shackles Bloodied chains cut circulation Losing reason Gag and vomit Blisters are forming all over my body
Edin na zu! Edin na zu! Destroyer of worlds! Binding in fear and clasped upon hands of stars Arise! Go far away! Be shamed! Flee! Turn away from my body
now So dance with dead I can't do shit I'm fallin' apart now Been rottin' away in the grave since '96 I hope I'm not forgotten Even though my body
I found my birth place on top of that break beat The beat breaks while I drink a red stripe to get my head right Maybe put some life into this dead mic
16 to go The Writer's blocks are stepping stones Towards the metronome I'm racing dead last I'm head last Placed on my prose Nocturnal with my journal
a snow storm and all I had was my underwear on to keep my warm and to top the night off I had to break in my place because my keys were on pants back
Day Concocted the shit up in my lab With Mr. Ski up in my head, bringin' on the Aftermath You can see the stars runnin' from the sky Tryin' to get away
Verse 2: Down] Now let me break it down, just to tell a little story Fresh out of the caja by my dead little homie Little savage homeboy, trying to make
my hand Your life soon to be my life Cower down to my strength You gotta be a part of me And if you don't then I can't Break every bone in your motherfucking
from speaker boxes My most inter inner visionary symptoms are mystic I demystify mystery with an intensity That renders me incapable of anything my obsessing needs But its healthy to flow over
close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West Take a look at my
But the Lord gon give it, and the Lord gon take it Away, so I can't trip on my life It was my time to go, somebody take care of my child And raise him
like it when you get ya ass whipped You need a man to take over, see you in your Range Rover Hoped off the 11th hundred, made you pull that thing over
bones in your body to break I curb-stomp your feet then smash them with hammers Literally, not metaphorically or grammatically I take away at humanity Death is for certain, my
t get it twisted My Magnum Force practice Operation: Lockdown And don't you clowns ever forget it The other half'll feel my brother's wrath, that we break
