darkness, and show em where the path Yo as the Red Sea was parted, into these straight at the narrow gate, but why that's a road to destruction and hate
mean livin' with the scum of the earth hit with plenty of time to adjust to life on the inside [Wyclef] (For every rhyme I write get 25 to Life) [Juvenile
And then the posse breaks high off the Cold Duck And then I set the mic to show destruct Even if we open up, that don't mean nothing I rock the rhymes
'd ever have to do in my time I'd have to take my own life too and I couldn't climb That stairway that you hear me sing about in my rhyme And a parent
up and jump off to this Some piece of mind from the daily grind Find lines to move guys rely on a vision Filled with rhymes, the room is filled with
, disgusted, and couldn't be trusted He tried to battle me and found self-destruction 2 Live Crew, 2 li-2 li-2 Live Crew Bus-bust a rhyme, bus-bust a rhyme Bus-bust a rhyme
dare not resort, to the low-life sport Young bucks nowadays, Even kids my own age, Making front page By getting locked in the cage Pumping, self-destruction
then I'm comin' right through you (coolio) It's like inch by inch and step by step I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission Though
somethin' like this Without pumpin' our fists, now this is our final hour Let me be the voice, and your strength and your choice Let me simplify the rhyme
, huh Eve of Destruction, I'm a Vivrant Ruff Ryder Naughty Philly Bitch, expandin' the game higher Remember the trick, with that shit about bein' shyer Now that bitch be spittin' rhymes
a hellraise of cut, like a laser Polo plays a part, inside the arts, I grab charts Start to break you apart, so get smart You cry for help, knowin you felt, the rhyme
girl she calls me mr. drummin cuz different strokes rule the world i got a thirst for knowledge and an appetite for drama or appetite for destruction
stance nigga flow How bars? How far can you go? Only as far as the mind Canibus and Royce 5'9" Bar Exam 2, spit a rhyme A miniature version of me, told
first flashing her purse with a heat stealth They call me Jean McCoy, the beast in me employed To ploy deplorable through audible destructive actions
cassette deck and eject your selection for air time Blow a hole through your brain so you can think with a clear mind A redesign? of hard rhyme, and slang
caught And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart Yo, I walk a-cross this, world that's deceptive Beats are perfected, the ghetto's infested With more destruction
And you can play the sidelines, write rhymes in your spare time My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guideline You can play the sideline, write rhymes
start at, start at [KRS-One] But this your conscience speakin No time for cryin and weepin You tryin to climb, you reachin up to ya prime, you eatin' You ripped a rhyme