made you take the trip How could you go so quick Out through the open door I wish I'd loved you more D. o. a. Pure as the driven snow - innocence now
it's true I got love for you only to a certain exstend ni**as ain't worth s**t Cops and ride d**k permits I heard this and heard that About them O-U
s breed We of sundome & the night Give us a creed To believe A nightr of lust Give us trust in The Night Give of color hundred hues a rich mandala
A night of Lust Give us trust in The Night Give of color hundred hues a rich Mandala for me & you & for your silky pillowed house a head, wisdom & a bed
for roaches; when I flow it's a felony FBI surveillance and the police keep trailin me Cause I'm G-O-D-L-I-K-E, that's what they keep tellin me I'm the
me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon Before
'm so thankful I made it through [Ghostface Killah] Yo, dwellin in the past, flashbacks when I was young Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and
m so thankful I made it through [Ghostface Killah] Yo, dwellin in the past, flashbacks when I was young Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and
ya breath Bullet proof skin inside my mind, my brain's holdin' a tec Y'all rappers are dead now Get ready cause y'all rappers are dead now Get ready cause
Sing a song of six pence, a pocet full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, HMMM Blacker than
head in a river See my competitive squiver, holdin slugs, I'd rather deliver Yeah I got locked but I'm here, he a dead nigga You can't compare it, I hear
Mysterie He takes her heart in his But dark & dead is her light Evil took her fire's breath Her embers were by him devour'd And inside of him a fire
moon is a ghostly galleon, tossed upon the cloudy seas, When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, A highwayman comes riding, Riding, riding, A
in the chokin(?), yes D.O., my wood grain say, "Fuck P.O." (Okay!) And I'll prove it when I redline a buck-three-oh Hoes wit it, but never gave a fuck
come to the town you're watched over by Gz The head honcho, buckin fools like a bronco C-E-O, shootin cilo, ten be-low A true vet on the worldwide set
that you like the Taj Mahal momma You a treasure to me life with you is a plesure to me And I'm a make sure no man ever measure to me Like Run and D you
wall with a mic and I'm loc'n, shit You might find termites in the chokin' [unverified], yes D.O., my wood grain say, "Fuck P.O." (Okay) And I'll prove
'Scuse me, as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture