nigga tell ya straight out the mouth if you ain't heard of dog talk where they talk in the south from outta nowhere make a debut uplifted my image if
Opera A perfect image of a priest They're spoonfeeding Casanova To get him to feel more assured Then they'll kill him with self-confidence After poisoning
can't remember how to act Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts. Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at, I couldn't believe after
To the closest bartender. Checkin' on the list As to find me a chick. After I sing right out my peoples And drank a bit. Taking shot after shot after shot after
: [Intro: Classified (Scratched Sample)] ("Kill, kill, kill all the cheap talk")... ("And there's nothin cold as ashes") ("After the fire is, after the
a mild seizure Rock a style Caesar, run with crooks and wild skeezers Vacate your premises, him against your nemesis, equal hemorrhages Bad dreams and foul images
how the glock sounded to spray Running up and down the street screaming, "Fuck the Police" When you still had your mother's fucking Nipple stuck in your teeth (Fucking baby) Became a role model after
man! That's cause you whack! What?!? I ain't whack nigga, I got some raps for all ya'll Nigga my raps fresh, I'ma bust my raps first, you can bust yours after
la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Yo, yo I can understand why you're scared of Eve Thought I did it one way, ain't prepared for me Huh, mad cause an image
set out in the park We used to do it out in the dark [Verse 2: Black Thought] Yo, it all started at the After Midnight Philly, but walk with me Mad
room i see ? the words and images they come back to me, back to me crystal clear in my head, but its behind the screen look after me and i will look after
an extremely Uneducated and barbaric Frame of mind, whose raps displayed Nothing but ridiculous jaargon, Shocking sexual audacity and Repulsive images of the ghetto. However, after
long will this keep and the nightmares last Sitting in my living room, another strange feeling I think I'm hearing tiny footsteps on the ceiling Looking in my mirror, the image
I'm a monster, responsible for missing camp counsellors I'm analyzing bio-rhythms, leaving my victims with incisions My sensory sees catastrophic visions Over the image
blood Starts to coagulate My body weakens and sinks As my soul discorporates Ressurected from the souls of the damned Comes the fury of their dismay Ungodly images
mess without words (And) As the seasons change I'll continue to ignore The image I project - me without me The picture that I scanned is borrowed After
: I had an image running through my head Of turning down and cleaning up my hand Before the wake, after the fall Bet you thought you'd really seen it
more than once Fake thugs talk about guns, get they studder on, The only toast they pack is the kind you put butter on, I see through they image, like
