Lyrics:
abundance
Its like the worth of words is getting cheaper by the dozen
Or was there even realness in the first place
Aye yo spark another one man its my
You're no good, you're no good
You could kill me and you should
I'm an idiot for thinking
This was anything but blood
On the wall, on the couch
thought you knew
This rap scholar make your momma wanna holla lovin us since '82
Run spittin and gettin a better livin
And I'm winnin by not sinnin
I'ma go and kill this, nigga, kiss above this realest, nigga
First nigga to take you to the bar
And now you feel this, nigga
The respect you gotta
The first day, always had to get a fist in
It's funny thinking back 'cause we were only kids then
Sixteen years old, sitting at the Sheriff station
Detained,
The pale horse is given the force
Die by the sword, sickness and plagues
Souls that are in slain
Testimony maintained
The sun a black snake
of jagged glass stabbin' you through your fuckin eyeballs
have you swallowin cyanide screamin die whores
kill your physical first, next your minds lost
leave
choose to pack a black 22
By my waistline, buckin' your whole crew
I step through, and represent Black Moon
First, before I kick a verse, I puff a bag
feel it, every land we hit it from sugar to shy,
adrenaline pumpin, ready to ride, gotta get my guys,
can't waste no time, it's first of my life
feel like I'm trapped
[Buckshot]
Wake up, you can kill the steady talk
We gon' steady walk, where?
First look in the eye of a needle and stare
Dreads in
Of a lemming running into the sea
I'm talking premeditated, first-degree murder
By you of me
And
I'm gonna die making love to you
I'm gonna die making
a monkey wrench in my startin bench
But I gotta quench my thirst first, when I take liquid to the throat
Lubricate the path as my words float
Up and down
(take money)
Verse One: 2Pac
First off, touch your chick and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be
You'd think I wouldn't miss you.
But your persistent voice cuts through me like glass.
Memories of not so pleasant times soon to kill me.
Like
Warmer birds fly to the the sun
Shot of the sky by the hunter's gun
The frightened chicken, the gluttonous swine:
This is what you're going to inside you?
duck tape
Loaded rifle and a shovel
I survived that jungle
Poor as hell, it wasn't luck
When you starving you kill for a dollar
Jail or hell for
They say for a party, I say it's dogma to America's artful lie
Sniffin' the party line, intoxicated from white
That fake superiority created by
You're feeling second rate, left far behind
Overlooked by God
Even the Devil walks past without a second glance
And you can't make a sound
You're
industry like a flow of positive energy giving boost to a battery
First the fire gotta spark blaze you back to reality away from illusion, mythology, fantasy
manifeste, j'reviens d'en-bas comme crchimède
Les étoiles brillent pour mourir
Les étoiles brillent pour mourir
"The first law is as follows : a robot may not
while we was going to school
Spending all my bread on guns and drugs for temporary joy
These shits ain't for play, these shits to kill, they temporary
Who's side are they on
You don't have to pick sides
The law of cognition
Kill your pride
The mind govern by the flesh is death
Collect the rest
themself so they mad at you
Can't do uncertainties only deal with absolutes
Changed my longitude and had to switch my latitude
Rolling up my 5th J by
wonder why them jealous
First we gonna have to stop kill each other fellas
Like the other dudes in Jesus cross they want to nail us
Full speed never stop
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