built the prophecy and till this day my eyes, lied too many times, to confide, all I ask for is a means to an end. An escape from eternal suffering.
Lies built the prophecy and till this day my eyes, lied too many times, to confide, all I ask for is a means to an end. An escape from eternal suffering
While I'm standin next to ya Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death With an IV in your veins Feeding you liquid darvicet Pumping you full
livid, now I'm even more so Shit I got full blown AIDS and a sore throat I got a wardrobe with an orange robe {*wolf whistle*} I'm in the fourth row,
to get as much shit as you can And when your run is over Just admit when it's at it's end 'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit gets in
prosper Street philosopher, you end up like Jimmy Hoffa Ain't a damn thing changed but the aim, bullet range Strange universe, I was nursed to blow your
Discography: Paid In Full, Follow The Leader, Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em, Don't Sweat The Technique. That's the end of the group. Went off to solo.
fresh nikes wife beater knicks jersey white sneakers heavy like an ice freezer deadly not nice either ill fuck the hoe with pussy that's mind blowing
might get spoiled Take it to health, Lord knows I toil now unemployed, never employed as a decoy unless it's so Yeshua Da PoEd can blow the spot, blow
, pow, pow, the end Talking to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, f-ck the world, that?s adultery You full of sh-t, you close
glow [Charles Hamilton:] Rey Mysterio flow, stayin? clear Of makeup-smeared hatin? queers, makin? clear this is spiritual Though a spirit you owe, church final Your funeral in an
He-man, pow, pow, the end Talkin' to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery You full of shit, you
-Man, pow, pow, the end Talking to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery You full of shit, you
kids could starve You thought I was livid now I'm even more so Shit I got full blown AID's and a sore throat I got a wardrobe with an orange robe I'm
Pain:] Uhm ... Los said he didn't want a hook at the end of the song [Cee:] Oh you mean we're at the end of the song? [Pain:] Yeah, everybody is already
In the end it's just a rock song Y'all wanna know what it takes to be An MC like D in the place to be Gotta a house on the hill full of family With
game's missing, right from wrong Respect game, young nigga, tell them haters so long You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by any means Take the blow,
