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No one is bulletproof

And I'll eat the skins of my brothers
Yellow pastor bones will make a perfect wall
Gonna fill in the cracks of these feelings
up
Sipping on that syrup 'til I’m messed up like yes sir
So now I’m getting change, people looking at me strange
Like nigga switching lanes, never
[Killah Priest]
It's time..

I'm tied up in the basement, blindfolded by nine soldiers
With rare paintings and fine sculptures, they spoke blatant
Sipping on that syrup till I’m messed up like yea sir
So now I’m getting change, people looking at me strange
Like nigga switching lanes, never changed,
never hand a random rapper eating cannibal
She can't refuse so I let her drink it like it's Danimals
Handsome dude she wanna be with standing by camera
figures

I’m so high the blunt feel like a dumbbell
These niggas tiny like a spider on a Spud Webb
I got some upscale cocaine on my thumbnail
I feed it
Sipping on that syrup 'til I’m messed up like yes sir
So now I’m getting change, people looking at me strange
Like nigga switching lanes, never changed,
nigga by going solo
But my record sales said no no
So did concert promoters and magazines
I went back to eating rice and lima beans
No more fancy
cameras on
I really think they're stealing from us like a sample song
I really wish one day we'd take it back like Hammer's home
The hurricane come
and feel
What you be, where you are
You wouldn't start

Screamin' want that old thing back
Like B I Double G I E
Wit' some R.U.L.E.
Notorious know
Savoy]
Time keep on ticking
Stay focused, ain't no time for politicking
Got to keep our young brothers out of prison
Every day, I dream it feels like
and get a clearer picture
I’m not really supposed to win here
And the odds are piling up now
What’s wrong? It’s always been fair
And I feel like giving
the church ain’t got enough room for all the tombs
It’s a war going on outside we ain’t safe from
I feel the pain in my city wherever I go
Three hundred
the church ain’t got enough room for all the tombs
It’s a war going on outside we ain’t safe from
I feel the pain in my city wherever I go
Three hundred
Sometimes words are enough to kill over
Thanksgiving didn't give
So what should I hope for
I keep on looking for job
But job seems not to like me
the festivities
Overcrowd the house like lock down facilities
Bitches be quick to give me brains while I post the range
Going up and down my dick like the stock
down until they feel like I couldn't take it
Now I bet all these bitches stay in line like they tracing
Get Benjamins for a payment
I never could be
the TV screen
By any means, wasn't trying to offend or come between
Her personal life, I was like "it need to be told
Cursing the life of 20 generations
realer than the TV screen
By any means, wasn't trying to offend or come between
Her personal life, I was like "it need to be told
Cursing the life of 20
stayin' in school, for just doin' my work 
Gettin' chased by the Task now I feel like a jerk 
So I'm on the run and I better run fast 
'Cause if I don't
the set
With a pocketful of rocks ah man I regret
For not stayin in school, for just doin my work
Gettin chased by the Task now I feel like a jerk
So I
Accords with two pastors in back of 'em
Don't make her feel God, can't forgive her for all of those
Said she stack her paper and won't change forever ho
Still feel like I'm in a bed of fire
Like Jebaniah
why'knaw I'm sayin cause
It's like Daniel trapped in a lion's pit
Father I feel like I'm dying quick
surviving hell
My nigga Boog died in jail, the rest of my niggaz crying bail
Laying in an iron cell, I tried going to church
But it seems like the Pastor
blow.
Show me 700 for, by all means I was going to blow.
Partner made that, hop in the Enzo.
Yea that bitch gotta blow.
Better tie her to the car