It is the fear that drives you mad It is the fear that makes you blind It is the fear that keeps you sad It is the fear that kills your mind You think
Übersetzung: Mind In A Box. Angst.
feds have a warrent fo my ass, fly i won't touch down till i see tijauna, setup a shop sellin them crooked cops marijuana, label me a success,i made
yer drain pipe's a-pourin' And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin' And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin
won't waste time On elementary talk 'Cause she's a twentieth century fox She's a twentieth century fox Got the world locked up Inside a plastic box She's a
gotta win Dwellas, yeah, we hot again Make a whole lotta ends Cash big checks and sex, a whole lotta skins And you can come too, boo, hope you got a
in the pine box is my deepest fear [Chorus] [Esham] It's ever so clear, my deepest fear is to hit the screens The sounds of a madman, embattled in Morty
first I think about what's worse I vision my body take a ride in a hearse And somebody, anybody, but nobody hears Buried alived, pine box, and my deepest fears
Thank God for grantin me this moment of clarity This moment of honesty - the world'll feel my truths All through my +Hard Knock Lifetime+, +A Gift and a
is a consequence coming on in here. That you were wrong by feeling with the fear. Cause I don't wanna fit in to represent bullshit. To keep the box bummed
for help but they hear not a sound I fear at the lid, my fingers they bleed Is this happening to me or is it just a dream Summon the dead.......... Baphomets
a nigga go south It's either he caught a body, no sleep they watchin'! I watch CBS And I See B.S.! Tryin' to track us down with GPS Make a nigga wanna
to her to keep the faith She told me take an occupation or you lose your mind And on a nine to five lemon, looking for the lime 3D Box clever, watch
m a killa wit a chainsaw I'm a damage 'n' main-gal The devilish death by an angel Change all Fuck a nigga Buck a nigga When he wanna get a piece of a
pray for they soul when they get up You live by the gun but you'll die by that hit up Watch that rig up, find yo'self in a box in a spot where the cops
mornin Five star general, spit a uzi at ya coffin Run up in ya crib without a search warrant Chorus [Verse 3 Bristal ] Once again it's on The muthafuckin psychos M.A.F.I.A
these blue skies, and think what a disguise That's why its called the "Magic City", it's a treat to your eyes Cross the bridge and it'll fuck with ya mind
go there we go gritty And spread fear through this rap city, call the mayor My razor sharp darts be like cold stairs The smell of fear makes my nostrils