Lyrics:
have to fight the back taste sour flavior
Live in peace with the past is a time savior (time savior)
Hun
I need to shine for the sake of mines (I need)
You can see how the body has been transformed
By the genetic restructuring of the Flood infection
The small creatures carry spores that cause a host
That we just wanna live in the peace that you don't serve
See if a nigga kill a nigga might get triple life
Now you got two niggas for one but see that
nine lives guess im feline
He'll shine and heal minds slay em with the ill lines
Conceal crime by design feel the nine writing rhymes
Ink sinks in
been working enough to see all the outcome that I blown
Swear I'll never give it up, without music how do I live
I'm goin deeper than they think every
It's a dirty world but it still spin
You can't do nothing about it but try to live in it
It's a cold world
Surrounded by lies but it's time for
town!? (I do)
Killin' willingly
Who got the right to make a sound?
My sound break block corners
Avenues and drives (Ah hah)
It's about time, the mashin'
Jake, got good news, we just booked another tour
Yea that's good and all but that just means another civil war
between me and my girl
What am I
on
The world
That went by
Too fast
More temper
Than
Imagination
Portrait of
A losing side
Opinions formed
Without
Taking time
To care
with a lotta lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench
What you hollerin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By
her style
So I take it day by day, this is going to take a while
She's closing in, I slam the door
Isolation in a state of war
She's closing in, I slam
fighting for the their lives,
Every night to survive since the beginning of time
Cant believe the evil that feeds off this so called American dream
Lies
Curse this wretched wasted day
Habitual
Feeling my worst
Burdened by this lust for thirst
Withdrawal
Stomach sour
Getting sicker by the hour
Dope fiend
The dim light superceeds the street cock fight
Straight heterosex, but I still dig Van, ya dyke
From the mic flip, metronome time skip, who will high-ship
to squeal, makin' sour deals
Thugs up in to mix with these drugs, caught up in the humble
Bricks and paper by the bundle how the Bronx humble
??? devils get
probably have a future of stress, stay depressed and be alone
But as far as the present time its on
I represent mine til I return to the S and said I'm
he won't find me in time, fucking with Bone and he liking these rhymes
We rhyme better believe it all the time, nigga we live
We straight up
I did for the cause
If I ain't welcomed in heaven I can't com
God it's MoeMoney calling I was hoping you had time and shit
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When you get
scratch (What? What?)
Rewind time and still go back (It's time to eat)
What would you change in the way that you live today
And what would you
feeling the lifts of continental drifts
While corresponding with
My despondent mind state
Crime rate, mixed
Intertwined like time and fate
Pondering shit
making them strong
Never get a break, I'm up real late
All year long till Christmas Day
Forced by the Fat Man, chugging a beer can
Ask for a rest, he goes
Everyone Lives In The Evil
Everyone Lives In The Essence
Everyone Lives In The Evil
Everyone Lives In The Essence
Fight black people
You fighting
Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh
Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh
My vocal cords break the laws that
the speakers
Gold frame on the black Jesus
Eating grilled government cheeses
Bottega weaved suit
23 thousand, war tore visit
Had my name ringing through
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