Lyrics:
I see a world approaching where there’s no more death
No more sorrow or sighing, no more stress
No more sickness or pain, only love will remain
Every
whatwa what we really need
What we need what we need what what we really need
Is more people
No Smoke No Fire
Where in history would I want to be
at all
Lil miss what's yo name we have to dance for sure
I go by the name of N
If you wanna get down show me what you got and ask me again
So I did she was
have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheel in my hand
Trying to hold it steady
Anything in my way is dead
Cause
to sneak up in my hood, we not gon'let ya
(Babylon's burnin to the ground, yo)
In the streets they hear your name, they no respect ya
You can run and hide,
for my fuckin' Pumas, run home and go fuck my room up
These streets will try to vacuum you up
That's why the avenue where I grew up was 8 Mile
to make a name for himself
The townspeople wanted to crush that kid down and string him up by the neck
Well, the marshal, now he beat that kid to a bloody
the street, all of this in the name of meat?!
V25 Fanny (furious)
meat, meat... meat, you say,... No, Ezra Levy, thisisagameI will not play.
V25 B Fanny
We
queen, my lady boss (your lady boss?)
It's hella dangerous out here in these streets, ain't no arrests (for real)
It's sick out here like a positive
know where I'm from
I ain't telling no lies
Get litty wit the gang watch the time fly by
I use to walk the streets now I gatta sick ride
Imma 305 baby
ain't no man of creaton
Once we encounter the killin' spree we on
My defects have G's bet on
Niggaz dollars get they rep on
Speakin' with heat ? could
On that day when I see
All that You have for me
When I see You face to face
There surrounded by Your grace
All my fears swept away
In the light
and this entice them how them joke the same
So I'm gonna sing just like them to get where they at
I'll even break my by back to touch their rim if I gotta
many plaques you going to ask where the dental floss, get the Epsom salt
Someone try to relax me
But there's no hope of me calm
Clean up the streets
Mop
I go by the name of Kel Mitchell!
And this is TeamBackPack! Let's go!
Yo, I'm so '96, back and on my grimy shit
Nigga get -whoever they'll sign me
takes me
I'm signing my name
In the book of rap
So them history pages
Will know my name
Believe it fame or no fame
You'll know the name X-el
I don't know
off
It says here by your file you
Have been so loyal, brave, and true
We need not fret, you need not fear
And so we come to why you're here
everlasting
By any means
Aiming to surpass em
Rise above average
Success my weapon
Where ya casket?
By any means
Fucc my enemies
By any means
Won't be no
Ooh!
(In the name of Rame)
In the name of Raymond (yeah) He was a smooth talker Street balla'
(In the name of Rame) ooh ghetto soldier
I can't
her name
But how could I begin to explain?
And my prosecuting room still holds
A strand of her hair in evidence
But it was no sense at all, but
looks for a war to win
Claim for the blame game, names where I begin
Walls closin'
Need to get some help to my kin
Who cares? While the rest of
The Bush
on the streets, cause he had no choice
And every day you'd hear his voice
Sayin "Jumbos! I got it good"
But he never made the money that a hustler could
Cause when
on the streets, cause he had no choice
And every day you'd hear his voice
Sayin "Jumbos! I got it good"
But he never made the money that a hustler could
Cause when
and freedom by security officers
Yes, it can be said that consciousness is dangerous here
From the seller on the street to the people who build the road
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