take your best shot I've seen it all before, I remained true While others dropped I've got a tight grip, I'll stay on top I'll hold on...until my last
as some God damn thiefs Yo - hold your head up, you only got your life left Make the right step and don't sing the wrong song Fight somebody your own
mother's keys we're leavin' You always seemed so sure That one day we'd fight in In a suburban world your part of town gets minor So you're standin' on
GONE BEFORE:] [Episode I:] THE SPLENDOUR OF A THOUSAND SWORDS GLEAMING BENEATH THE BLAZON OF THE HYPERBOREAN EMPIRE [To be found on the second Bal-Sagoth
fuck with my game, I got my shit on lock See I sell keys of weed and I live next to a cop I keep a G on the street and break bread with my flock I'm never
stay focused and never let it weigh on my nerves Back on the block where young thugs blast for they props Trash the glock through a 100 yard dash on
a stand Come on boy, it?s time to be a man CHORUS BRIDGE Go back inside, just hold her for a while She one?s of a kind, she?s worth the fight Go back
niggas up in the wreck yard Chorus Callin all live niggas BOOYAH!! Callin all live bitches OOH OOOOH!! Yes I hold a pound for y'all Say what? Busta Rhymes hold
sandal God damn you! Ethiopian skin mechanical Trapped in ghetto's meg-yard where mega-hard Arms swing metal palms iron skin leopard Holding evil metal
at me yard ya know me nah go stall It is serious But no boda fight no fus [Outro:] Cause it is real serious It is real serious No boda fight no fuss
on it- we know it's hard Trying to rap for Jesus, believe us From the block to the hood to the yard You feel like Noah- huh, you tryin' to hold it down
me when they heard on the other one So its only right that i hit them with another one Repeat 2x Verse 1: Yea these niggaz like haters want to fight
on the grind ho (YEA!) I'm on the grind ho (YEA!) I'm on the gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-grind ho (YEA!) And I ain't payin for shit, I'm on the grind ho (
me on the other one So its only right that I hit you with another one [Repeat 2x] [Verse 1:] Yea these niggaz like me, haters want to fight me Yea these
keep changin' the rules The studio's a holding cell for lyrical criminals Doing demo tapes, hold mics like shanks Battlin', that's like a fight in the yard
time in this place I looked and saw on your face A smile that spoke to me In oh so many ways The Sunday morning bells Rang out that all was well Sunshine across the yard
up Far as the flow go, you could let your dough show Put your money on the table, we could battle on cable Y'all hot dog niggaz get nathans Fuck around
