down there, photographic relapse People feeding frenzy, the devil is so lovely Take me down there, photographic relapse People feeding frenzy, the devil
down there, Photographic relapse, People feeding frenzy, The devil is so lovely, Take me down there, Photographic relapse, People feeding frenzy, The devil
up on a hustle Once I suck my money muscle, all the G's got devils Movin' shit like a dollar, beatin' niggaz like Rodney Turn a killa like Kadafi, and a
the game It don't stop [Chorus] Feel like a victim in this ghetto trap you got me stuck in this system now your stuck in this game feel like a victim
this drumbeat As it beats within, Playin' a riddim, Resisting against the system, ooh-wee! I know Jah's never let us down; Pull your rights from wrong (I know Jah would never let us down
out a nigga With penetration equivalent to muthafuckin pistols I get up in ya system cripple a nigga quick I'm rippin a nigga shit like grippin a nigga
but I'm surviving I got to get me some money man, put it down for the General A nigga'd rob your ass, if I caught a nigga flossing cash What it was four
and after I'll remain to the day with a theory, from here to lake Erie. You know that the devil's a liar! The choir, I sit on my phone, all alone with
: Bun down d system Bun down d system Bun down d system Bun down d system, keep dem 'fore yuh burning Teach the youth what dem need to be learning Dun
s a lie cause I don't And why I just don't know... [Verse 2:] Maybe just a nice cold brew what's a beer That's the devil in my ear I been sober a fuckin
watch the devil get loose as I wake the dead WAKE THE DEAD I never fall back, I'm not a new jack I get to sayin' wicked shit and get a flashback I gotta
ball it's alright Welcome, my curious sisters and brothers first, put a twenty in the jar with the others (that's right take a seat) ain't no smokin
forget what it means Then it comes with a closed fist And we just started from Devil's rights Well call all your friends Watch me throw down From
room All fall down, your guard drops down The sun goes down at the height of black summer All fall down, we're all sucked down The walls come down and
see me in the back eatin' snacks I slapped the Devil on a Friday Play lotto, a string of good luck and misfortune Lost all my bread on a Sunday, I fasted
a giant hologram of the president head Above my projects Or the night crawling down like a panther From a tree where the fog sets Where you hear a whisper
like vultures Open ya wings, the soul of a King Song of a Queen, dawned with the wings Bow and kiss 'em, if he's a fraud than strip 'im From all this
squirtin, the ghetto's burnin Hell's season, the soul's returnin We live like crows and a hermit, searchin for a higher learnin The fire's burnin, lightnin bolts comin down