know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flower by the mail Send me dead flowers
the rabbit hole is a candy shop of poison The sweetest thing I ever tasted... Invite me to pray, let the music glow Ignite my eyes and watch the poison flow
an hour late Carryin the same flowers from the wake But make no mistake, I'm far from cheap and I got a little dough A little low, a little hoe, I spit a flow
lullaby The scapel shines in god's sunshine The Streetlights whisper pain Down here near the poison stream our god has gone insane She smiles like a child with flowers
(feat. Immortal Technique, Poison Pen, Mojo) [Akir:] Yo, uhh Where was FEMA? What do they gain from Katrina? And why it take so long to save us but
of world In eternal isolation, for the sake of inspiration And the stuff that dreams are made of The jester takes the violin And lets the poison flow
kids, rap flows throughout my heritage And let it live you reppin' shit where's the evidence All I see and hear is poison in my ears I kill a track,
until we carried on a ambulance Day by day we be the victims of the circumstance See the poison has us movin at a steady flow It filters through your
I resumed PsyOps on the enemy Mix the blood so it don't coagulate The sex magic won't work if the bitch masturbates Nobody can hold me back, my flow bloviates
a bitch, scared to shoot like Lindsay Hunter Don't need to be a father Cuz I'm just to illmatic I'll probably poison my kids Like flowers in the alley
out ungifted Especially when capitalists are evading taxes While we're breaking our backs and getting burnt faster than matchsticks This is for my true heads dancing with the dead
wanna test me, how can it be Rollin with the Fam, Wu-Tang, DV's [GZA] Yo, I dead MC's with this poisonous venom Return and send 'em, wack niggaz is in
swear, you wanna test me, who can it be Rollin with the Fam, Wu-Tang, DVs [GZA] Yo, I dead MC's with this poisonous venom Return and send em, wack niggaz
I once was lost but never was found I think I am losing What's left of my mind To the 21st century deadline I was made of poison and blood Condemnation
park waiting, These are my poison diaries like Mark Latham, So start hating, though you know in your heart, We?ve been owning this art since our flow
Deep space travel on, I can see the Babylon, light speed atom bomb Poison in my body, soda pop with Bacardi, I'll kids with the flavor, hey yo, I'll
