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Talking Heads Blind

blind Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind Blind, blind Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind Blind, blind Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind And I'm blind, blind

Million dollar homes platinums filled with alot of stones Bitches on, every new nigga dick who rich If the street could speak the sidewalk could talk

stop, we not Yo, we step up in the scene like oh! You hear their flow and then there they go In the Range Ro' see the ringers go blind There the brain

even im with it, but there are limits Whatever happened to a conscious idea, emcees talk verbal diarheoua Caught up with gun talk and bling-bling Hip-

tension between East and West? *static* He's talking about killing people *static* I had sex with your wife and not in those words *static* but he's talking

rum, leaving the enemies dead and gone Leaving 'em niggas head's blown, cause they know they dead wrong When the shots ring out you know we're coming through (Know we're coming through) Talk

me like a muthafuckin soap opera Brothers be makin rhymes, talk about takin mine Kids need to chill and resign, don't waste your time Cause you brothers are blind

okay Cause I don't like y'all anyway ... And I don't like y'all anyway Fuck all y'all!! My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me

never talk to you what good would talking do I said about all I could say just living for today I never talk to you, I never talk to you What good would