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the crowd cheer
They cheer me to the gallows

In 1985
I was doing time alive
I made a plan to escape
And live as the lady of the lake

Hear the crowd
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me
on patrol, lotta hoes on the stroll
Give me street 411 like whoop-de-whoop
Where's the cane man? How many nights I live by this dupe?
Names change like slang,
level's risin' to the highest, you begged me
To have your baby, now you're tryin' to play me
And so I choose to move away from this drama
No longer in
'em, yell up 
outta my ghetto, I won't settle, get on my level. They can't stop me 
and pop me. Nigga, they got me? Fuck no. Little Pac 
gets
my edge
and at the same time
I'm findin time to keep my paintbrush wet
if you know me then you follow
if not, its hard to swallow
the pursuit for
alone
Ain't gon' follow no footsteps I'm making my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

You gotta live it to feel it
You didn't,
We live by the assassin's creed committing dastardly deeds
Slash and you bleed, we live in the cut
It's like we have a fucking disease
A virus,
they at
I'll even break my by back to touch their rim if I gotta
My alta mater be that I follow
I bite whatever that's looking tasty, water it down
my by back to touch their rim if I gotta
My alma mater be that I follow
I bite whatever that's looking tasty, water it down then swallow
I hope you
the secrets of the ages
Vanglorious!  This is protected
by the red, the black, and the green
with a KEY!  SISSSSSY!

"It was nearly eleven, when I started
care, don't have two s***s to give
Let me take you by the hand to promise land
And threaten everyone, cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing
care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by the hand to promise land
And threaten everyone, cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing
what I want, to gain control of that position
It's only right, that I follow through compition
Be warning me, homocide rhymes or mad rounds
To get flass
conscious of all of the things I have and makes me feel oh so fast
It makes me want to follow my dreams
And tries to be a better person
It takes me
alone and I cry
Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin you God
Please don't let me pigeon holed
To get where you want to be
You have to set a goal
And keep your eyes on the prize

Yeah
[ VERSE 1: Master Ace ]
Now let me take a second, just
Rush me, cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
I'd have my motherfuckin ass kicked by Moby
if I let some bitch in the Can like 'Bis cop over me
to do
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me
they at
I'll even break my by back to touch their rim if I gotta
My alta mater be that I follow
I bite whatever that's looking tasty, water it down
Mic bright, lights, camera, action 
"You are, now, playing, a rapper" - ACTION

Yo, I speak clearly, for y'all to hear me
Rotate while I show
than gravity
We Die Hard like the battery done in the back of me by the mad MC
Who think imitation is the highest form of flattery, actually
Don't be mad
, cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
I'd have my motherfuckin ass kicked by Moby
If I let some bitch in the Can like 'Bis cop over me
To do war,