out Why? I'm crawling in the dark, your poison is getting my eyes blinded And you're the only one who can turn the lights on (Thanks to Havok for these
it out Why? I'm crawling in the dark, your poison is getting my eyes blinded And you're the only one who can turn the lights on (Thanks to Havok for
a cold spectrum of light as my tail in silence the cold depths greet me as I plunge forth to cast out the flame" Forever... Oh muse of condemned
it's getting cold. I say let's hold up our fists to the flame in the sky, to block out the light that's reaching for our eyes, cause it would blind us
my sins as I reach (sanctified) the surface of the water now I will breathe and burn out my eyes you hear the sounds, they're carried out there's no sympathy for
the street never sit in the cell for a second then I'm gettin' my bail shoot it out with the bounty hunters fuck sittin' in the county for summers if
, the soul becomes hot as coal the flame blows from out my brain holes like a volcano the brain begins to process as we start the conquest from out the
as ? and voice echo like ? across the great Amazon stretched out my hand like Yon till they reach Babylon, behold the physic phenomenon quiet storm, I wander out
from cool to plain, from lame to flame Man down or not, man plans or plots Give a FUCK what you think, we ain't movin out this spot And I'm out If you
Feelin' like you live in flames, everytime you think my name Super hot and on the spot as Fly enter I dispose a lame Never will I feel the same, for a
the sky turned black and with a mighty roar the earth cracked And his will embraces her soul as she meets her fate And suddenly, coming out of the night
And with one heart I reached for you I knew you're a youth, was for the takin', fire on a mental plane So, I ran through the fields as the bats with
for a second then I'm gettin' my bail Shoot it out with the bounty hunters fuck Sittin' in the county for summers if they should down me Everybody around us become one for
hold because it's getting cold" I said, "Hold up our fists to the flame in the sky To block out the light that's reaching for our eyes Because, because
the three shades of tint Only a sign they're in like Flynt and haven't reached the extent We use the brain as the furnace and the mouth as the vent
remember for all you square ass niggas Rips to the left, doggs to the right Not for niggas in tight ass jeans and penny loafers But highly recommended for
believe I can fly While I pee on a girl; You won't catch me CSI! It's as easy as pie, and as simple as cake Dre, get on the mic and make them tremble
Strong as ? and voice echo like ? across the great amazon Stretched out my hand like yon Till they reach babylon, behold the physic phenomenon Quiet storm, I wander out
