Lyrics:
Picture this
Chillin comfortable
Sittin by the beach
Got the Sun up in my eyes got the sand below my feet
In Bermuda I'm coolin just to escape all
left in our lives
I mean, my crib look bigger through my son's eyes
And the squad look bigger to the young guys
And my dick feel better when you
time in the fleet
Marauder
Kept my head above water
So my future son or daughter
Won't get slaughtered
It's sort of a dichotomy
Psychotic psychology
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's live Boo start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P get down
powers activate real quick
But then I could grow about five feet more with an extra dick!
One dick to hold in my hand when I'm rockin the mic
The extra
and done
You can't undo what's been redeemed by the Son
Yeah tell em guess what
I could spot the devil in disguise
Look the satan in the eyes
With my middle
Their destiny’s now
To crumble below feet
Their ashes
Are lost among hundred ones
Who fought to the love for brothers
Gains the trust of king
Selfless
cold feet Im going in
Im going in all you suckers you making me do it
Dont bump my music as i loose it ya gotta be stupid
Either that or just clueless
a Mac-10
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's liable to start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P
Below's upon the feet
Now Adam 12 got me in this 20/20
So I'm double oh seven about my four one one
Seventy-four catch my eighty-three degrees of heat
near you could go by feet
Never mind that cause that's not news - let's stay glued to the war on peace
Who gets blamed? Whoever can sway that election
learned to dance
Until I felt the rhythm on my skin
In the grass below my feet
But then I learned to follow the light inside of me
Where I understood
shit since my life has begun
Controls me, chains on my wrists I'm too attached i can't run
Below me is the places i used to crash as a youngin'
From thirty thousand feet above
The desert floor, I see it there below
A city with a legend
The west Texas city of El Paso
Where long ago I heard
long will it take till I shake they hate my glow
I done fell below
Knocked down from all them blows
I can't deal wit dis no mo'
It's time I let it go
a servant of God. He has given me the Scripture and made me a prophet commanded me to pray, to give alms and to look after my mother as long as I live. He has
Pain in my heart carry burdens full of struggle
Why God, why God do I gotta bleed?
Every stone thrown at you restin' at my feet
Why God, why God do I
Pain in my heart carry burdens full of struggle
Why God, why God do I gotta bleed?
Every stone thrown at you restin' at my feet
Why God, why God do I
to the earth
This deity that called me can be no longer my god
When truly no thoughts consume
For those below wracked in terror
Weighted in fear for the eyes
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
this plow beneath my feet
And turn this earth over one more time
Some say this way of life is done
But not for my father's son
Now and then I walk my
I was up, I was down, by my sin I was bound
A dead man walking, everyday wondering what am I doing here
Never had much to say, just throwing my life
niggaz bring the shook up out the crook type
Special deliver Son it shines through your act bigger
My Infamous Mobb get on they job
The truth gets
the question,
"Can I be saved by confession?"
You see this blood on my hands at least there's no reaching to Heaven.
I got to pick up the pieces,
I got
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