not a thing A phobia of doom within You sense the fear, now feel the sting Madness is what brings the kill Will it all come down Who will die by this
swishin your mind out position, tryin to figure this shit Rewind it and listen quick, you might miss this Olympic, rap jave-lon, travel beyond, your weak song Doin this
smart now you need it we knew back long before this twisted soul i'll be something you'd rather not know i'll be something that stings to believe it won't stop the war
: [Excerpt from "Sting of The Serpent"] And the prophecy read that One day like the pheonix rose from the ashes That a boy will be born unto a family
I go to Jacob and I cop that ring If you tryin to see me ima cock that thing, ima pop that thing, shots gon sting, really? The nigga by this other truck
Walkin through the steps of the rise and the fall hall Of an empire, coming to the floor Through the wire like eight on a string Where they gon' sting
soul? Couldn't let hate and paralysis, take control I pick you up when you down 'til I can't no mo' My name sting in your mouth like canker sores Been at war
it has to be, Tryna win in this life of sin Tryin to win in this life of sin, Sometimes I wish this life would end, To rid me of this pain an' agony
side, holding his cane Just give me a name, of who has inflicted this bitter sickness, and left us to witness [U-God] Yeah, yo Curses from war, innocent
the trend then Protect Ya Neck Shaolin, INS, Killa Hill Projects No one on this earth, can hold me No one on this earth, can fool me No one on this earth
a vision This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison Before we're all goners, now embrace the world for the world war is ocean bomber Visionary
This was never meant to be All the signs were there to see From the first moment that we met I knew This was never meant to be This was always doomed
Thug war, jet-black cats kick in your drug store Cook off this table, the cheddar is what we came for Aim for, lay down boy, this ain't no game war Cause
whipping a sting on me 'Cause they say I've been making too much Fuck what they talking 'bout, this how I grew up But this ain't nuthing new bruh, we been throwing this
record shop Check this out, we ain't takin' no prisoners We choppin' heads off And you steppin' at me, you better be goin' all out baby This is war baby
record shop Check this out, we ain't takin' no prisoners We choppin' heads off And you steppin' at me, you better be goin' all out, baby This is war,