Lyrics:
taste you in the air you whore
Laced up with worms
Tied down by thorns
You must look up
My end was the same
The plank belongs in both eyes
The distance
true
there's nothing you can do to change it
you dont have to do the crime to do the time
its just guilt by association
i've been thinking
Am I a hypocrite 'cause I know I did plenty crimes? (Yes, I'm ill)
I get broke too many times, I might slang some dimes (back to trappin')
You
and smiled
Black on black lies is worse than black on black crime
The Jews share their truth on how to make a dime
Most black men couldn't balance
fame
It ain't worth a lot
Only thing I know, is I'll never let you go
As she takes the stand
By the look in her eyes I can tell that she knows
Counted all my mistakes and there's only one
Standing out from the list of the things I've done
All the rest of my crimes don't come close
From a young teen, a murder team, inspired by crime
See Allah Just granted permission for my position
Sit down, write rhymes, escaping this repetitive
grammar when I'm injured with a hammer,
But I've a preference for the deference of a metaphor.
I've read the Odyssey by Homer and the Iliad as well,
I
Who angry as hell, we yell from the beast
Wise killers up in New York, who lay for peace
Crime action get you trapped by the chief, no PC
Proud
Looking in a window on a rainy day.
Thinking about good things that I just threw away.
Looking in the gutter, watching the trash go flowing by
could destroy this heart of mine.
I'm only trying to get by,
Hiding in the shadows of the night,
Holding you and knowing the wrong is right.
on our lips
And on the bus there is a friend of mine
We go way back to the scene of the crime
We sit up front and share a cigarette
And try to remember
of mayhem
In a few years they're back on the streets
Highway robbery and white collar crime
And they laugh at the system they beat.
Sometimes I'm
opponent
M.C. Ice T just microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute
This record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight
many murdered behind unnecessarily petty games, it's all a shame
Doin crimes as a past time
Tryin my best to stay alive is all that's on my mind
I hit
You're looking so pleased with yourself
I'm gonna come over there and wipe that smile off your
Face
Petty crimes in your leisure time
You
The world around us hangs in doubt
You face a crime that we'll hear about
To pay the cost, would never be the same
Eternal lovers, we're not
destroyed by
Cowards, committing crimes, injustice
Empty, nothing to hope for but death
Brainwashed, programmed from birth, to hate
Idiot protests, from
Too wild for words
Stumblin' through the city
With the ordinary bird
Choose your crime
Pour the ashes out the window
Empty mickey by the river
enemies
With nines reachin', so I awaken
Criminal thoughts, become premeditation
Yo, fuck explanations, son, I need the safe combinations
Surrounded by
thick, we still manage to stick
Doing crimes wit deceptagons, up inside of the times
Help me at times, and keep our minds organize
So our knees won't
second that emotion
Your dreams are slipping by because your eyes are always open
Life is like a gun, it's not the only one that's loaded
Your life
the crimes you've committed you must pay with your life
You must pay with your life
You must pay with your life
Swinging by the end of a rope
By the end
Everybody's stumbling through the dark
The men who proceeded us here
Left only questions and fears
The vanity formed by beauty lies
You know it's a crime
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