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Every heart is much the same 
We tell ourselves down here 
The same chambers fed by veins 
The same maze of love and fear 
We thought you were a saint
At the top of the stairs he finds a chamber. It is almost a hemisphere with a great many doors all the way round its circumference. There is a large
been done
Not by a judge and jury but by the trigger of gun

[Lead]

Everybody scratches and tries to get ahead
You took the easy way, it is easy
with me you play by my rules
If that's the way she wants to play, then I'll forget her
She's thinkin' how she'll beat me to the punch, but I won't let
much the same 
We tell ourselves down here 
The same chambers fed by veins 
The same maze of love and fear 
We thought you were a saint 
But
others cried
Ink was a brother, who shouldn't have died
Then the silence broke, Ice what's it gonna be?
38 hard brothers stood and stared at me
There
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that son?
Damn... nigga got fucked, shit, huh?!
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point sun
day by day
Fantasies of you has got me drifting away
And I know, a love like yours would be so hard to find
So I'll just keep on waiting for the day
hunger become a means to get it
By any ways necessary, under pressure
Children feeling lesser, with the steel up on the dresser
Killin' will aggressors,
shit.

(Prevail)
Two steps ahead, too hard to swallow this
Eye glass reflection tubes of astrologists
Stars, galaxies, galleries of harm's way
Front
bitch get out the way you blockin' me off
Stuck in the same spot but hopefully I'll survive, I'll make it
Disrespected by the people I love, but I'll take
the top choice

In this rap market from now why all the way to England
'Cause my click be jinglin' under wu-tang productions
This crook that sell
they last or be blasted?
Hard headed bastard
Maybe he'll listen in his casket, the aftermath
More bodies being buried,  I'm losing my homies in
they last or be blasted?
Hard headed bastard
Maybe he'll listen in his casket, the aftermath
More bodies being buried,  I'm losing my homies in
will they last or be blasted?
Hard headed bastard
Maybe he'll listen in his casket, the aftermath
More bodies being buried, I'm losing my homies in
Five hundred words might make it hard to digest what I say,
But five up in the morning, see me on the billboards
Y'all gonna keep it that way.
Hold
for all

[killa sin]
We move on m.c.'s mechanically
Strike nerve like ghost vs. a canopy
Hard to touch ratarded fucks playing wit they fantasies
Respect
they last or be blasted?
Hard headed bastard
Maybe he'll listen in his casket, the aftermath
More bodies being buried,  I'm losing my homies in
eyes.

Now can your mind picture
A thug nigga drinkin hard liquor.
This ghetto life has got me catchin up to god quicker.
Who would figure that all I
Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin hard liquor
This ghetto life has got me catchin up to God quicker
Who would figure that all I need was
getcha back torn
Hacksaw my way in, gats no displayin 'em
You, light up the skyline, I'm clappin at'cha cranium
Ain't no stoppin my flow, like dominoes
Hittin hard, liquor's God, niggaz plottin on the come off 
and come off, quicker than the clothes on the stripper 
and slide like she doin up and down
Five hundred words might make it hard to digest what I say,
But five up in the morning, see me on the billboards
Y'all gonna keep it that way.
Hold
Five hundred words might make it hard to digest what I say,
But five up in the morning, see me on the billboards
Y'all gonna keep it that way.
Hold
When I'm locked down I use Tim's as my shower slippers
I'm in the background mingling with the powder flippers
In the basement, hard-body power