Lyrics:
Speak with authority demons start leaving
We patching the wounds up with love in this season
Open the eyes to the blind and start seeing
Open your Bible
stop you from living your life
To strive
Whilst I live in no fear in this universe
There's no need for so much concern (No need)
Cause once you got god
Turnin' to fights
Burnin' up the limelight
Fire!
And you ain't gotta strain your eyes to find us
Throwin' bad days behind us
Ahh damn up in
Turnin' to fights
Burnin' up the limelight
Fire!
And you ain't gotta strain your eyes to find us
Throwin' bad days behind us
Ahh damn up in
album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
Fucking centerfolds like I
album, shit
So realize with your two eyes that my rhyme hypnotize
Just like Jim Jones baptized his followers
The wrath, there's a slaughter, have you
A'ight then, listen to mine
I jump in a costume impromptu just to rob you
Put the nozzle to your eye ball and tell you what not to do
Rip your tonsils out
all in the crown
Talk of the town
Soakin' you down wit the toast 'til you drown
Ghost you and put your corpse in force that'll open the ground
Save
make me
Only a rookie in the game's eyes
Been doing this since I was yeeh high
It's alright to be shook
I will turn your first album
Into a library book
beside you everyday
When I'm passing by your garden on my way
cnd I know...
That I lost it all
In a blink of an eye
Yeah, I lost it all
In a blink
I dropped banger albums back to back
Whatever it takes to put the city on the map
The lost souls just keep fallin through the cracks
Ridin in our old
Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn eulogy
Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't cry at your damn what
Rest In Peace to John Doe I won't
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
hands on your sister
It's annihilation
I'm in the sky racin', Henny shot
Chasin', bad bitches one plan
And that's to end up on the yachts naked
Stand
outlast
Photo album in hand while at repast
Dashed crashed on your momma she'll feed us
Laughed slashed right threw her fetus
Two gory bodies while
walking with a solo swag
You think you ballin' in that four do' Jag? Nah
In Tom Fords with a MK bag? nah
Give you a bird's eye view of the streets
Nigga,
my eyes wide open
'Cause a dream is kin to your last breath
Blushin' in this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
'Cause Martin Luther King
smoke in peace, and even though we G's
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast
to cry
Wild like a long f***in' ranger
N****z from the South keep one up in the chamber
Lord knows, when your enemy is quittin'
That's why n****z
crawlin' out of a hole in Iraq
Try to topple my regime
You end up in need of a scalpel to your spleen
Is there a medic on the scene?
Easy children,
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
Nothing on this album is true. Nothing on this album is a lie. Whats my in relationship with money, notoriety, pussy, my mother, my daughter, the mother
[Chorus]
Another night, slips away
In other words, I should say
There are no words, you should say
There are no words,
Ms. Hill, you got
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
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