Lyrics:
zu's could rest in dirt
The projects is to eject shop up yets
The center, niggaz are scared to enter in
It's buddha monk, throw your head in
a dirty look
I bag game with niggas I leave shot dead
You're only taken a piss from me with hot led
You know my style nigga, 'cause I'm always schemin'
to the center of cythraul
"Weird dreams, dark visions, black spells ensorcell me!
Sword tight (in my trembling hands), grim mission,
Come forth those voices
befall evermore
Find me the ocean which swallows all that floats
It's time to prevail your conspiracy
It's a whisper of a dead man
I've heard it
I suffer through this path
I waited for the hope within this black
My heart's a dead machine
Every sin will stain my soul
Thank God to wash me
Snowgoons, Waxwork, word up
My dude Illegal, yeah, dead
Aight, yeah, it's gon' down
Reef the Lost Cauze chief Kamachi
Uh huh, yo
Look, make way for
headin' your way
And if I want you dead in
June you surrender in May
Black guys and black moons when
We enter the stage
These feral bones break forever
trash!)
College will be paradise, if I'm not dead by June!
But I know, I know, life can be beautiful
I pray, I pray for a better way
If we changed
Stumbled down the last step of the Stairs
Into the center of a spoiled surprise.
Something about you screamed "debonair"
With your disheveled hair,
settlement
When people want a piece of your land to build settlements
There's all different kinda terrorism you can perpetrate
Every dead body causes karma
the dead body like a vulture, Ticalion, hmm
Blacker than your blackest stallion
Hit your housing projects
I represent yo' Shaolin, my nigga
Now yes,
the dead, "What can you save?" You'll bite your lip to make me stay with you in sweet debris (committing myself to memories). But I slipped inside the night
dumped off his brand new ride
He'd have better off leavin' it for dead
But he worked for weeks out behind the shed
The big day came to finally reveal
F.B MICROPHONE CENTER
湾岸がハマの BAY STAR
ONE CHANCE も逃すな
HUSTLER WATCH THIS!!!!!!
SOUND MACHINE
(BOOM BOOM BOOM BAD)
SHAKE DAT THING (GAL OVER THERE)
Illuminati killuminati drillin'
Da body daz da sicka Run up 24/7 satellites
Scanning bigga Brotha call me Gikko leaks world
Fake center 9/11 inside job
I've got the sickness, voices talking in my head
Wouldn't mind but hear 'em talking and I think they want me dead
They're plotting to assassinate
watch the light fade from your eyes
As I watch the light fade from your eyes
You're a black hole bending light beams backwards
Center caving,
leave my yard
I'll have my Beats by Dre's on, just in case
Man wanna converse, dead crep
SK Airs anytime that I step
I'm on my Jones, ain't got no
of one-percenters don't exist
I wine and dine with letters as a pleasure opiate
To bring my mind back to the center ???fore the medics open it
So here's another
churches and world views
But what about the church that the world views?
They see a perilous voyage into the Dead Sea for some pearl-less oysters
In other
In walking sleep and faded sight
In countless desperate steps
Trudging crossed a dead end world
Clawing to the depths
Competing on the treadmill
But
Watch me cut my tongue out of my mouth, because I love you
No more stupid words can leak out
I walk around my house in my bear feet and dead silence
Center fell
Everything that once was good, has just turned back
Happiness has faded to sad
This is just what the industry ordered
Come and get your
the tyrants maze, fire will fry ya' in my iron cage
my violent lions have been enraged
by violins and sirens that thunder from center stage
slicing throats,
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