Lyrics:
tell ya I'm bogus
Saw you on the street, your middle finger was flippin
And your the victim of a drive-by lyrical whippin
Read my song, lyrics are strong
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
break a myth
We all running out of time
Until my number’s called keep a gunner by my side
All these different religions
And all these different decisions
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
in shock
Kick to your face
Power to my moves
I read all the books
Only real gs understand this shit
Can't stop by girl
We running from the federals
Run
Oh you've been sending me
Mixed messages no I can't read your mind
Why you make your reasons, so hard to find?
No no don't waste my time
5 AM pick
equipped wit' a gas mask
See a killer but don't push me
(Nah) and cash rules
I'm outta my mind, play with my grind
I'm on my bully (Shee)
See when y'all was
him, but will he change really
Some real killers
I think of Wayne Perry
Think of my nigga Drawz
But you aren't a name to me you ain't mean to kill him
this on pluto
My mind is the sharpest
But I got a screw loose
Pour out a forty
Then sip on a fifth
Of brown potion
Then roll up the green of the earth
I
of your eyes
I ain't got to tell you, it's right in front of your eyes
I see the signs, you could read my mind just listen to the track
I feed the blind
Baby I doubt it
Can't read my mind because that shit is shrouded
It's hard to sun me when my head is so clouded
Taking a drink for all those who have
the back
Eight track slap off the rack, I have to relapse
Po' of the fo' out the tap, break a bro back to the snap
She lives in my lap, eager to give up
better luck getting up on Sunday
So take my advice and sleep in
Or get ate by the guys that we bring
Like a date with your wife is a deep thing
So the hate
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
mind
With the grind at a time
So intense every line
Vibes all live
Relapsing with time
With the track make design
Drop science on the dime
Reset rewind,
with him, but will he change really?
Some real killers, I think of Wayne perry
Fake 'til my nigga draws, what you want a name? Tell me
You ain't mean
by accident
I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit
I'm
of 'em)
Inflicted with a rare disease, MC's flee
Fought wars for centuries my wounds bled killer bees
Roam the battle site word, shatter mics I've
niggas, gotta make it out
12 turnin' to the killers on a nigga
I remember in my mind, I always had a doubt
That I wouldn't be the same
But the shit up in my
to where it hadn't been
My brother Jamal, he can rest in peace
Just knowin' you helped man get where they're goin'
All makes sense in the mind of a poet
shouldn't be fair (me)
No affiliation with the damn Machine
On some renegade shit Zack De La Rocha (AH)
State of mind's Cosa Nostra, moving in my home town
day slips by
I've got to fix my mind
Because the mind's maligned
With I mean mine
I've got to turn it around
Got to give back
Because this self centered
Horsemen, the world ends
My angel is around
Like the roman emblem
Aquila on this sound
Yeah, I'm a killer, bad habits don't die
So I must move with precision
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