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are open , I hear you calling me

I hear you calling me..
I hear you calling me..

Ohh......

From the album "Gravity's Rainbow"
Written by: N.
And got the El P rookie cards stuck in they bicycle spoke 

For those VH-1 crystalized pseudo rip flows 

Let the liquid talon soak into the seam
this

Ain't nowhere to run, ain't nowhere to hide
Ain't nowhere to go, Reaper's saved your soul

Surrounded by the colors, I see crimson, black,
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody

[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2

[master p]
One by one in this
nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)

Surroned by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on)
Locking open
nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)

Surroned by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on)
Locking open
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
Say ho, everybody say ho
By the way yo
I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo
By the way yo, everybody say ho
Everybody say,
Everybody
Say ho, everybody say ho
By the way yo
I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo
By the way yo, everybody say ho
Everybody say hooooo-
kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today I'm yelling
renditions of defeating competition
I rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man
Bet your bottom dollar Vinia will make you holler
As you stand at attention,
where leopards lurk
Lock your soul down with an esoteric weapon search
Strap a bomb to one of your labels record clerks
And activate it as soon as they
disbelief
41 shots, a young brotha deceased
Gunned down by police, is there no justice, no peace?
So fuck the police, listen, I walk with P.
Ignorance
still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got the p

I know you don't recognize me now
I dunked your tongue
How many
by a crack in my units
I'ma stick to the shit that made The Click
The super kind, I love to spit
That nigga 40 vicious, he got speech I heard him
the roadster 
He gettin closer to death, Rico's got a hold on your breath 
Your going straight to Hell, 'less you sell your soul for your flesh 
You was close
I'm givin' it to you old school style, no album cover gimmicks,
No intros, no shout outs, nothin' but straight lyrics,
If you in your car buckle
bust, fuck up their flow, Yuk untouchable
Platinum make a nigga tuck his gold, Ice up his robe
My lyrics touch your soul, make bitches rush the flow
I
the roadster 
He gettin closer to death, Rico's got a hold on your breath 
Your going straight to Hell, 'less you sell your soul for your flesh 
You was close