their frames like tumbleweeds, blister their brains Then bounce to the whorehouse for more whiskey and things [Verse 2: Goretex] Like Navajos and Mayans, wrap the skin of tigers for battle
over the piano Droppin it good For that hoody in the front row Thats my good pro down for the juggalo Three guns busted for the battle man Shoot the whole
: I dream of dusty roads, paved with gold that lead me in your eyes. The marmeladed paintings sing a song that not the crows will try. The Piano screams
know a many of gangsters on the street Some in a jail cell, the others six feet deep [to the beat of King Tee's 'Played Like a Piano'] Holdin your breath
shit the crackin got you fienin with your pipes out time for some action, surfin the avenue mad at you, where I used to battle crews back when Antoinette
the shit to crackin' got you feelin' with your pipes out Time for some action, surfin' the avenue Mad at you, where I used to battle crews Back when
over the piano? Droppin it good for that hoody in the front row Thats my good pro down for the juggalo Three guns busted for the battle man Shoot the
stressing, since I was an adolescent Now shit's so dope I can get charged with possession Professional, since cut from the umbilical Battle me your battle
There's no such thing as too much school Not to mention lean taught me how to play the piano and then Every summer I was out in South Ben Grand pops
is that it makes you feel so good. I have a song here which I realise should be accompanied on a folk instrument in which category the piano does not
you just have to let it and sing out a song / so strong that even a bad dream couldn't bring harm to the mind of a young childs battles formed from
Black Thought to my Roots than most niggaz got in their pigment It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the Luck like Luciano Hardcore like Kool G Rap music made for concert piano
ouml;kkäykseen, isiensä uskon puolesta se taistelee. Kun valo katoaa he esiin marssivat ja miekat rautaiset pian ilmassa tanssivat. Ei henkiin
the hardest motherfuckin artist that is know for lynchin any sucker in a minute Stagger 'em all When I start flowin like Niagara Falls Ice Cube is equipped to rip shit in a battle
Caught in the crossfire while the battle raged down the hall There were no bad guys, just a couple of consenting adults I just had to get away, but I
, it's all flying pigs and things that want me dead; when I'm awake, it isn't much different. It's not them versus us the battle wages over future addictions
once heard a man say, "Now hey what be your fate?" Wanna laugh with the sinners or cry with the saints Simple and plain refrain or sustain in vain battle
dirty hands on the cash, more keys than a piano, you like to travel, think all the fours that flows, reach the ammo, retreat to the shadows, fire in the battle