In honour of the birthless rebellion within me Every picture holds a tale Every shade tells of a thousand words The artistry of living chaos Is pictured
return Nobody's up there It's a deception When will i ever learn? Chorus: I'm alone here With emptiness eagles and snow Unfriendliness chilling my body And whispering pictures
used to be. Pouring down a sky of insecurity. A dream of destination and the thoughts of being free. Hopeless dreams in a dying day I never felt I would return
return Please know I'll be here when you return Please know I'll be here when you return Please know I'll be here when you return
hovers close at hand His courtesy strained Who do you think you are? I close with my regards Well I'm the red-face gentleman Caught in this picture postcard
chequer slacks Bowing and squawking Running after titbits Bobbing and squinting Just like a nitwit [Chorus:] Two little Hitlers will fight it out until One little Hitler does the other one's will I will return
Are you from Los Angeles New York or just a janitor From Canada? Oh Can-i-bitch Now at first I ain't really understand the shit Picture me for a second
spell your name at night lots sometimes The flowers in my garden still await your return lots sometimes The evening breeze whispers your name in my ear lots sometimes I picture
with gats With full clips loaded, aimed at there heads Stay in the feds, double 20 plus one round to blood red Revenge, we must return to avenge my brother
never return. ever after, you know that this is war. spilling blood for every last word. write it down and move on. i draw these pictures of words when
less I know (But the more I go the less I know) Will the fire still burn on my return (Will the fire still burn on my return) Keep the path lit on the
I'm the young black Ralph Lauren Every time I get out they put me right back in The Michael Corleone of the microphone The Michelangelo of flow I paint pictures
call me this misogynist, but they don't call me the dude To take his dollars to give gifts at the projects These dudes is all politics, depositing checks they put in they pocket, all you get in return
cuz they jealous of you All I do is talk to the felluhs bout you She's the one that I'm quick to discuss Look up love in the dictionary, see a picture
away All my life I've dreamed of love Never thought it would hurt this much To kiss goodbye and wait for your return So I'll be strong and hold on to A picture
pieces of silver, niggas'll kill ya I read Judas' scriptures, only warned me to be true to my niggas And getting corrupt, like Catholic church And child nudity pictures
spray Turn rappers back into clay (aha) My minds a museum filled with microphone exhibits Of rhymes that I write that look like pictures [Ras Kass:]
you see fire when he breathes on the mic The legend has it, his neck and his back is tattered On his arms are scriptures of psalms Just picture a Don