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Original Lyrics (before song edit)
[Verse]
The clock strikes twelve tonight
Ghostly figures rise in the fog
Reenacting their final plight
Whispers
the blue line oh
He'd never let you down
You could tell by the look in his coal black eyes
That boy was glory bound
He could bring the home town to its
[This a nitty beat* ]
*boing*
Nitty:
Here we go again
Ghetto field USA
You know I go by the name Nitty right?
I gotta introduce you to
anotha
you down just to prove it
Three layers deep, still keep my dreams lucid
Third eye blind till I ate a few shroomies
Then by the third time I was trippin
to react
No need for a sack 'cause I'm sick of runnin' laps
Look down by my feet and saw a little piece of ant crap
Where Are We?
Trapped in a plant
is never done
I'm up in the Range when the clock strikes one
While y'all countin sheep, I'm countin' Benja-mons
Up on my feet at the break of the sun
How high do planes fly?
Forty thousand feet in the sky's how high
Is it the pressure 'cause I'm out of my mind?
I compress like a rocketship
Yeah, young e, yeah yeah ey, e talk to em
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah ey, yeah yeah ey
Yeah ey ey, yeah ey ey, yeah ey ey
Eny3 easy, eny3 easy
Niggas back in
cce of space up my sleeve
You'd think by now I'd learn a lesson or two but
cll I know is the dice rollers blues
Back on repeat, Ran Out of Money
Back
(skrrt)
Like two, three sticks in my ride, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
Tell a nigga pull up (uh)
Pull up, be ready to die (ha)
Don't make me mad if you love
Seven in the morning, standing in the line
Three fools in front of me, drinking on some wine
Two in the back of me sucking on a joint
And one in
on the police
Take it down for a man did a call the police
And I'm up now, sitting in the gutter
Rolling back down if I had to cover upper
Three hundred,
)
Time to find the gang their match
Now's not the time to relax
"As the days go by how could you not get bored?" (patience)
I'd tell you but that strikes
alright, back to the story. Kickin' ball on the concrete and the Olders look at me like 'he's got fast feet, ay, kick him' ...So they did. I got a kick-in,
to visualize under
'Cause I strike, like thunder
Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your respitorial
Systems are fractured by
you stand
They must have moved the picture plane
The leaves are heavy around your feet
You hear the thunder of the train
And suddenly it strikes you
I'm motherfucking chicken-shit
To the ones that's tryna play the E
By the time you get to seven, you'll be six feet deep
Number Eight: Make no
[Chorus]
I’m looking back at the years that I’ve spent
Thinking I wasn’t getting better but then
I remember where my feet are
Much farther than I could have
em across(??) from New York down by your Virginia
Ticklin you around Delware before I enter
Turn to seduction from face hips to feet
A wiggle
[dmx - dialogue]
I ain't goin back to jail
Next time, the county or the state see me
It's gonna be in a bag
Uhh! this is it baby!
End of the road,
walk on by
You're strike 3, taking what little good was left in me
I played right into your scheme, didn't see the beast behind the beauty
Strike 2,
Falling faster into nothing
Cut me down from twelve feet tall
Walk on by with no expression
Clearly you don't care at all
Pull me out of this
a step
I can make a hundred thousand just sitting by the steps
I can count a hundred thousand with my feet in the chair
I can pull the baddest broad in
surround
But fear will strike when life comes back with sound
The spirit of life from God entered in
They stood on their feet, the fear did begin
A loud
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