Lyrics:
already gave up, cut our own heads offs
Stab our own backs and dream too much
Without fulfilling reality, too greedy and
Can't have one or two chains, we
behind bars
We've already gone insane
They've already gave up, cut our own heads offs
Stab our own backs and dream too much
Without fulfilling reality
the plastic off it, you can feel the magic
Still I'm laughing at the critics talking, I can see 'em gagging
When I'm back in the back of my city, back in
Back when Dot was hangin' at Top's in the Benzo
Freestylin' to them Chronic instrumentals
No pens and pencils, I was out there Bloodin' like
to solve your problems, too much'll kill ya
And when I leave, I always come right back here
The young spitter that everybody in rap fear
A lot of y'all
late
Alarm clock said i'm too late
And they said i'm too weak
I could use a few weights
So they said I took too long
And don't look too strong
wouldn't trade God for success
In fact maybe I'm too advanced for crack babies
My impact is similar to Basquiat paintings
Visually fascinating, reality
to solve your problems, too much'll kill ya
And when I leave, I always come right back here
The young spitter that everybody in rap fear
A lot of y'all
my hair back, look me in the eye
There's a self-destructive meaning in the bleeding of a guy
It's the guilt of what reality has given me (reality
and purchased.
Dr. Abe Sacrabin felt that it would be far less complicated legally,
If the fetus was brought to term in the womb of a non human.
He had long
my hair back, look me in the eye
There's a self-destructive meaning in the bleeding of a guy
It's the guilt of what reality has given me (reality
out, give back the car
You've taken this, slightly far
Had your hands in my life
'Til I saw that you was trife
Feelings change, people change
Things
Why did you sit so patiently as I etched my name across your back?
Another thing we'd done together, in another motion of the shard of broken glass
in yourselves made you heartless
All your gluttony and greed made you mindless
Staring at a screen made you use your mind less
Like Icarus you tried
the projector inside of me remembers it quite real
In reality you're the one who was torturing how I feel
You put hands on me, mentally, verbally, you abusive
I
-P. Barrett-M. Bennett-
When Israel was in Egypt's land
Suffering, suffering, suffering
Oppressed so hard they could not stand
The more things
stuck in denial
Mindset crystal clear got it freezed out
I gotta stack up racks
I cannot give none back
Young lady all on my cash
And she got rack
I
boy, pondering reality,
I am gopher boy, Who will buy my raspberries?
This had to be the seed of the king of pop,
Dr. Abe Sacrabin was able to use his
up bicep tricep pectoids and deltoids
Back when our girlfriends was virgins
Cuttin class with Ghost tryin to bag hoes in Mary Birchem
A Maybeldine
the reason, but I was in denial
Just like yesterday when I said I had moved on
How does it feel to fall in love?
I don’t want to fall alone
Is this real? Can we
five drinks, it is time to get back home,
Walking down the avenue, I start feeling weird syndrome,
A charming handsome man wants to help me to get back
as long as you want)
Burning memories have caused me to see
The reality in front of me
Must sacrifice, burn and give in
For things to get better
Every time
full of people he made dead
And they say his remains are behind in the shed
There's a history there, long and full of terror
That the news once covered
put on smiles to please them
And keep our sorrows to ourselves
'Cause they would rather stay in denial
Than admit that everything can't be okay
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