Lyrics:
never been the type to hold back
To live in regret
Always exerting yourself
Past one hundred
And ten percent
Brick by brick you've built
This burdened
"No, you can't live by the bullet
But you're sure as death can die
My love, give up your guns or say goodbye, goodbye"
And the sheriff now is calling
the light
Rats crawlin' everywhere, you know how they be at night
I got a gun in my hand, and I gotta squeeze it tight
I'm tryin' to get out of here, no
And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at
Now they call me Rage 'cause I rush and come down like a hammer
Live rhythm get driven by vocal vehicular grammar
of the Legion, so mutahfuckas shoulda known
That a nigga will back up, we pack, son
Now make room for Mass Murderer Mike
Straight from the Legion of Doom (No
tattered health,
price tag you have to pay,
ambition falls apart,
your health will do the same
Achievement falls by the wayside,
an addict,
family's
notice that lies unopened by the door
But they all live so far away and here . . . it's all OK . . .
Stinking . . . pathetic . . . filthy . . .
feeling me
judging how I look not by lyrical abilities
Please, this is for my people in the background
staying out the limelight, molding how a track sounds
Fuck, what the waitin' for?
Either say the verse or don't say no more
Fuck with us, ahh
Ayo Zoo, good lookin' let's get these niggas
Yo, so let me
on no frills
I ain't doing drug deals, you ain't using drugs still
No more mice across the floor, you like how them rugs feel
Mama, mama, look at us,
to believe, you can turn the page again
You lose your hope here, one by one
Listen to me, son, you've got nowhere to run
You are not perfect at anything,
Please live to fight another day
Someone will come for you
She has put us on the mettle
Practice what you preach
We must find a mother to the son
And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at
Now they call me Rage 'cause I rush and come down like a hammer
Live rhythm get driven by vocal vehicular grammar
talented son
Who wrote me a dialogue set a tune
Always you told me of being alone
Except for the stories about God and you
And do you still live there,
Head twisted, on the red, by vet bitches
Super fly son, movin my gun, born on the run
More to come, all in one, luxurious fallen on
Notorious baller,
Life a game you play it til it die and then you done
Riding til the wheels fall off I feel like I'm the one
I don't need no recognition all I need my
Got cheated on the deal and that's real life stuff,
You live and you learn, you earn by being burned,
The knowledge that sometimes there's no give
hittin' harder than Creed
Who fuckin' with me nigga, no one ask Alicia Keys
Play games, pull up like Need for Speed (Skrrt)
You'll see this center shoot,
feet, I hear no giggles and mumbles
you sit more silent then lambs, I blind shine the land
but not as hard as I can, cause its to fatal to stand
SOILED IN REGRET
It's fun murdering words that are blood curdling,
By now, you must live under a rock, if you ain't heard of him.
Madchild, I don't
mattered more
And the black tongues spitting poison
Spare no one
Gotta keep on, gotta keep on
Till the Ghosts of War come marching in
They've been
shit
Any more than no comment, then you're lookin' like a snitch
And if you talk too much, watch your words get twist
(Look), Rule number seven,
I bleed red for the masses
I got nothing but love for their daughters and beef with their sons
Streets said we won
And when the wolf cried, boy
the everlasting race of man
Just to take him by the hand and let him guide us through the land
Cause we can no longer live in peaceful (Harmony)
Of course its just
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