thoughts there's no escaping what i saw repeating again and again i'll have to learn to feel again it happened just like that only seconds to react feels
: Postcard from Mars Having your fill You can't see the harm In a little pill See what you've done Biding your time Making my world Unthoughtful in sunlight
feat. George Clinton) At these up late times, hardcore funkateers before the bop gun. We unleash you a positive light. The bop gun can do you no harm
you're on tv again you must put up a Happy face your mother told you to And now you see you found him Or was it him that I found you It feels like you
is a fist drenched in blood My soul will fight again Take a look at these hollow eyes- one last look before I say goodbye To this candle-lit nightmare I feel
nigga I detect cops and you look like a bitch You shook like a nigga that done did somethin' wrong False form ass nigga Get on and blast nigga Did harm
my Terry O, and Johnny Ray Acting crazy cuz crazy was my nature Gangsta rituals hereditary Sometimes its scary cuz I think I hate ya What could I have done
music like a fucking revolutionist Busta Rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping When my shit is done, you fuckers start clapping, what the happened Rhymes feel
like Buggsy Seagal again, I'm in the ringle again I do it all legal again, I can't lose you won't win, respect the boss If you run up, you gettin done
To look again I never meant to hurt you Said the husband to the wife I only see that I am destined To relive my father's life Look again Look again Look again
the yacht in the million dollar bot Superman armor on the 69 drop Out of every 70 rappers 69 flop I blowed a buck in the corner just to get the feel
Like the sea She says no, no, no, no harm will come your way She says to bring it on down, bring on the wave She says, nobody done no harm Grace of
form like niggas in the yard up north With long swords, ready for war, who paid cost And take ya life lost, never found again, boss A job well done,
Ford, "How ya doin', boys? Won't you come on in! Hell, I ain't even wearin' a gun, haven't done that for so damn long. It feels good, boys, just to have
a beautiful feelin' If you hate me then blow a dick 'cause it's a mutual feelin' You see I am what I am and it is what it is You'd feel how I feel,
go and here I go Hey yo go out like Bo and act like ya' know That ya' can't beat me or bring me The least bit of harm Sssss, um um, uh uh Heck no, I keep
seen before I done found my thrill apart from Blueberry Hill A vocal ville local with a crib in Acapulco Speakin' faith focal time and time again What
?m burning under the spotlight My heart is a fist drenched in blood My soul will fight again My heart is a fist drenched in blood My soul will rise again