Lyrics:
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
about where the sheep goin'
All I know is war, I don't stop
I keep goin'
Our shooters past at his funeral
(Man, what he do?) shit
I just made a vow
Games, or make music, or ride bikes
I think one of the most important things to
My ability to create so much in the
Past 30 years is my desire to play
how I get it
No hard feelings get up out yours
You ain't from round here when it rains it usually downpours
The storm is coming
This the haunting calm
nigga money on his mind
If his homie don't see this coming, then homie blind
They kicked the door, hit for the works, somebody knew the spot
Cameras
son! That's the second time that nigga did that, yo!
Second time! Taste that, yo! (What the fuck is this shit, yo?)
Is this your shit, no? Is it?
toward the coast-a, six-shooters in the holster
Pass through a run-down town whose walls hold my poster
The closer I get to death, which is every second
live is ill
[Madlib]
Hey yo niggas always talkin' bout there shit is real
"I gotta flex with a Lex in my video"
That's what half of these
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
love hip hop
Peace, I know where niggas sleep; it's too many schemes too many plots
War cost money and man I got too many spots
Hungry niggas get
cockiness
See all you do is be coming off in blogs
And be talking shit sounding
Like a retarded gimp
Coming off like Erykah Badu
Cause at one time you use
[Chorus]
[Nas]
I know where niggaz sleep; it's too many schemes too many plots
War plus money man I got too many spots
Hungry niggaz get tutored
thinking coming to my
Vault for the safe
I got some niggas with acid get
It thrown in your face
Play dirty catch your moms in J-30
Whatever whodie we all
murder
A bit past 1:30 a.m. now
And the 3rd prisoner slowly makes his way
To the designated spot on prison grounds
Where he will be executed by way
a contact by drainin', try trainin'
Holla when you've perfected ya aimin', ready for a taming
And catch me at the spot wid this clown gashed up
Ya found me
was
Forced to (foster) pop
See every punch is hard that's how they
Know I'm hot with the rhymes
But it's several other reasons why I
Got the spot over
And a countdown
They're taking him outta the car
Now in about 30 seconds
Your window is gonna close forever
Okay, Okay
Okay relax there was an accounting
Error we
(Attention all racers
Please proceed to the starting line
The race will begin in 30 seconds)
(Best of luck to everybody
On your marks
Get set...
Go!)
I need
witnesses
I'm the truth
Still, I remain calm like a soldier in war
Surrounded by, three bombs, cautious
Shots keep coming like I got three arms
Two trigger
I ain't second
Hoe nigga show the box I ain't checking
Until we up out the box I ain't resting
Until it's bout 30rocks in necklace
Show it like 30
is what my opinion is
Three is all the pride that I set aside to deal with your lies
Four is all my nightmares filled with demons and war cries
Wanted
deal is hot, runnin' from the cops'll get you shot
But don't sweat it, dry them niggas up like prunes
The war's on like Platoon
Shot through
.jpg/300px-30_Seconds_to_Mars,_Anfiteatro_Camerini_(2).jpg "Thirty Seconds to Mars")
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