from the distance Something strange something evil this way comes [Pre-Chorus] Descending from the sky My choice, my master Quicker than the eye You
rumble from the distance Something strange something evil this way comes [Pre-Chorus] Descending from the sky My choice, my master Quicker than the eye
money I spray a hundred, man until they joint chains While slippin bullets at point blank range like they was punches Piss on a flag and burn it, murder
highest yack Hit the ground so hard I leave tire tracks Bizarre snaps like a fire crack And my palm more stickier than spider back Eyin' my eye, a Mack
are pumpin' Quick to the point, to the point no faking I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon Burning them if they're not quick and nimble I go crazy
connected to a dime piece I check your styles, although you rhyme quicker No matter what you do, I'll always lace mine thicker Jealousy will make a fool die quicker than
, and the Vegas all pumpin' Quick to the point, to the point no fakin' Cooking MC's like a pound of bacon Burning them if you ain?t quick and nimble I
billboard claimin' they killed more niggaz Underground hardcore. But far more mainstream than Hammer poppin' trunks, stuffin' pumps and smokin' blunts sells more records than
on some old common cold (SHHH), I'm sicker than that, and plus you always suck (YECK) quicker than that, And H20 aqua we be thicker than that, and if
up Quicker than cops write shit up If it get to hectic then you might get stuck Locked and tied up While the key players still keep playin' Never burn
Outer Space There Is A Land Whose Beauty Is Almost Unimaginable To The Human Mind (In A Daze?) We Stand There And Look Further Than The Ordinary Eye
yack Hit the ground so hard I leave tire tracks Bizarre snaps like a fire crack And my palm more stickier than spider back Eyin' my eye, a Mack Truck
kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin' Quick to the point, to the point no faking I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon Burning them if you ain't quick and
Vega's are pumpin' Quick to the point, to the point, no faking Cooking MC's like a pound of bacon Burning 'em, if you ain't quick and nimble I go crazy
pumpin' Quick to the point, to the point no faking I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon Burning them if they're not quick and nimble I go crazy when
and yell louder. I see a city on a hill, I see the only way to be filled, mighty rushing wind around us, Holy Spirit burn within us. [Chorus:] Burn. Burn. Burn