, the highlife The highlife; yeah, the highlife [B-Real] You gotta hang out with B. Reezy, and take it easy It's gettin greasy, I had to learn how to beat
night waits its turn so I call upon my freecard to postpone if time was one with many faces which one would call to me? where all our paths in one now
: There is a road that meets the road That goes to my house And how the green grows there And we've got special boots To beat the path to my house And
: Thousand different paths So many sterile ends I chose the Devil's path Never shall the sun kiss my face And caress me with it's burning light For
among the damned As I've been for an eternity The monark in a dark paradise Cursed by life and the living Oh tremble not my immortal heart Trough you beat
me That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews We walk the same path, but got on different
She's fixed everything Now I'm spoiled beyond my wildest dreams Blind Faith we have in you Invisible Which dream do we chose Predictable Take the streets, the beaten path
crowd yeah Oh oooh To seek the man whose pointing hand The giant step unfolds With guidance from the curving path That churns up into stone If
: I've been now sauntering out and down a path sometime Come on it takes me nowhere which I know Faces everywhere pulling grins and signs and things
Phat Kat] The phony MC's, they speak my name in vein is blasphemy Probably mad cause his ho tried to get after me Cross my path and end up a catastrophe
choices made between the bad and good I've tried to figure out but The pain never goes away [repeat chorus] And there's marble markers and little white crosses Along the beaten path
Making cash registers shit their drawers Think you spit the rawest? I'm an uncooked slab of beef laying on your kitchen floor Otherwords, I'm off the meat rack, bring the beat
Swift fist like Camacho, I got so Much style I should be down wit the Stylistics Make up to break up {*singing in background*} niggaz need to wake up Smell the indonesia; beat
I will be your earth To which you can return, safely or injured. I feel only misery for myself when I Look through the eyes of someone else I can't even recognize the path
can nobody can take me off this (Path I travel on) People hear me when I talk to yea [Eve] I live my life threw my semi chest My heart beat strong,
I see, she's all I see I'm slipping further down a path I thought I'd never lead I've got a vacant heart that's pulsing to a broken beat He's sinking
: Old man time, Wisdom and Rhyme Seeker of reason, reaper of time Born to a spell he walks the beaten path To hell, rusty shackles of time burden his
keeps talkin' talkin' talkin' away But I'm tuned to a different song There has got to be more than this Than this diseased air we breathe Than a path
