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to fly,
Run out of gas while we're in the sky.
Automatic pilot and x-ray spex,
We were kissing in the cockpit when the airplane wrecked. 

Everything I
to fly,
Run out of gas while we're in the sky.
Automatic pilot and x-ray spex,
We were kissing in the cockpit when the airplane wrecked. 

Everything I
(Yip-yip-ah-yip-ah-yeehaw)
Still I've gotta live my life here
With some pretty scary brethren
But now I'm forever on a mission, baby
To live and die by my smile.

And if
[Shyheim]
Bring my x-ray visions
See trough you, lace for day
Every bullet counts
And we don't bush straight
I leave you in your ways
Leave your
Chorus:
Been hurt so much, I don't want to live.
Not a shred of hope, I can never forgive. (x2)
A spider's web of twisted dreams.
The end must come or so it
boos-hoot pop, another brother drops
He barely knew his pops, 
now his little seed will barely know his pops
Tunnel vision like a cyclops
I give you x-ray
Bear With Me Lord

Written by Ray Scott & Phillip Moore


Sunday mornin', ten A.M.

My mouth is dry and my blood's runnin' thin

I know where I
classed
Some be out smarted
Some be over bound by the blindin' rays
I hear the whisper in the night
Get trapped in the maze
See back in the days
When I was
the one breathing?
Ninety-five south, don't ever try and follow
Fuck around, get hit by the hollow
Ray Benzino, Grand Marciano, Bad Boys, Made Men live
I've been fooled by love, but no one's ever gonna fool me again
'Cause I've learned enough
And if it sounds too good, then it probably is
yesterday

I was born in the slums, struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation, no sense of direction
yield, nor x-ray reveal
With any fluorescence
Where the hand of the master begins and ends

I fell, I tried to do well but I won't be
Will you tell the one
a
Ray of hope a light into their lives hid deep inside
Your heart may they find their relief 
Why has it

[Chorus]

Hate can never cease by hate in this
I'm a workshift
Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large
X-height letters, and xylophone tones
Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws
Yesterday's lawn
up words weeded up, I'm a work shift
Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large
X-height letters and xylophone tones

Yellow back, yak mouth, young
Made Men live at the Apollo
[Hook x2]
[Black Rob]
If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from DC
(Ray Tyson)
Postal border was makin' me mad
So I get up in my cruiser, broke out of the pad
Rolled to the West Side to check out my boys
Twenty
You wouldn’t know it to look at me, 
but I’m a superhero 
I’ve got x-ray vision and everything 
My frail frame belies my strength  
I can lift
the ghetto but the come up
Off the streets in the hood money
that's why my heroes live for drug money

[Chorus x4]

My Ghetto Heroes
I watched em live
Made Men live at the Apollo
[Hook x2]
[Black Rob]
If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from DC
(Keeps you satisfied)
And I need it
(By filling you with lies)
Cause it's mine and no one can take it from me!

I'd like to think our lives were like
I'm a workshift
Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large
X-height letters, and xylophone tones
Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws
Yesterday's lawn
Ray's almost got my ass kicked
Rather just chill in the yard in my casket
Call up the hoes, have em swing by the tomb
And get a little sticky stank up
2x]

[Verse 3]
(Who) roll up the bud (Who) saying it loud
(Who) work in the mud (Who) play in the cloud
(Who) live in the stars (Who) loving his style
I'm a workshift
Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large
X-height letters, and xylophone tones
Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws
Yesterday's lawn