in amaze, by the way I speak I'mma say what I wanna say in any fuckin kinda way Half you fuckas out there, don't even know the time or day
ring i try to fight it but then how can i win when i'm only shadow boxing time out i'm looking for a standing eight no doubt my inside has come out
from shoulders as they flock the mall The Butcher of Bertok, Infernal Throne Laid waste to usurpers ?till I stood all alone Ripped out guts Gouged out
certain, no matter what you do When your time has come, fate falls upon you Sirens screaming into the night A victim of circumstance A blur of flashing light Out
done "An emcee? Maybe I could be one" Drop the thought, get a job, change your mind To be a dope MC takes time Eight years of mine, no time for draggin
: Here we are. In the place where you grew up. Where you spent so much time. Where you plotted out your life. These next few lines are a series of events
With my keys in his pocket Kisses in my mouth with his Eyes hanging out of his sockets My memories crumble Under still resistance I was torn out like
: Is it the second time? you put another face on All of this time there must have been a haze upon my fields of sound and vision Then suddenly you change
the Thin Line one more time for you. Addictive face pretending, don't speak the Word. Forbidden sin relenting, I barely heard... screams of entry blur
struck by mystery The meaning of this remains out of sight What is it all in aid of? Estranged and wandered abstruse, this state is recondite Dark blurs
is blocked and stray through blurs stray through blurs All is scrambled and muddled up stray through blurs That's enough, that think must stop stray through blurs
Illmatic shit and what have you Chef cocaine cook, no brain got the proper diction My competition bleeds words and weed blurs my vision I'm freezing in time
This goes out to all the big head niggaz And all them big head bitches You know my steez-o Yo, yo, yo, yo Deadly melodic, robotic steez-o blur your optic
: She She used to live with his brother Now she's an unmarried mother With another on the way He's second rate Twisted out of shape And he looks a state
baddest eights At the backstage gate, lookin' great, straight Waitin' for a nigga, so now I figure "Hey, I only live once, I'm goin' all out today" Made a call out
they're on their way To the studio to hear what I'm plotting on dropping In ya ear, at the time, felt like, this was the record of the year Confidence - all time
my sock drawer Showed you the troubles and the struggles of an outlaw Top dog would not fall, I am not y'all Couple pages out the calendar and I'm out