: First degree, one simple step, just burn your skin with a cigarette For the second degree, take a knife, slowly slice and let it bleed And for the
: Eleven, smoking, blistered bearings, strobing, lock-in, sneak-out Raymond. Fly around a ring, I fly around the ring. Owners father, a reverend, a
my hands, never knew how to act And the same black line that was drawn on you Was drawn on me And now it's drawn me in 6Th Avenue heartache Below me
the basement I'm Morpheus in this hip-hop Matrix, exposing fake shit Chorus Somedays I take the L to gel with the real world Got on at 87th, stopped
's not fair when you start with nothing Your life feels done just before it starts We're just trying to believe in something 6th Avenue Nightmare and our fate is set 6th
me and you got nothing better to do than to push each other around in our own way i'm gonna divine it i'm gonna figure out the cause why we're both
born to hippie parents given a different name which he caught much flak for the world was his oyster and hollywood the clam when he grew up he joined
Step in my shoes, wait 'til you see the big flash now Glued to the sheets, sleep with the sheep all month long Easy to please, hard to believe it's a
the lover's crime is to think alone waste your time in another zone my wicked mind thinks you're on loan learn the manoeuvres again and again affection
don't know what to say don't know what to talk about don't know what to do about me and you I don't know what to think I always feel time's running
do you remember lying on the ground you were smart and spooky we rented a car and left our bands and drove outside the city I remember the view it
I'm going from strange to stranger Every year It's going from strange to stranger Every year I take it back, you're panicking I take it back, I just
The way things went today The ground so cold and gray My thoughts are far away It's nice outside your house For me it's cloudy out Most every day Any
shots, meaning what, the buck stops Here, no more dough will be made Unless it's being made by who... the 1-6-Ooh [Interlude: Raekwon (Method Man)] Chamber four (1-6
Barbara Walters on TV "Why do the Japanese hate us so much?" August 6th.
your weapons and Fight(3x) And dance with the devil The gates are open Gate 1 Gate 2 Gate 3 Gate 4 Gate 5 Gate 6... 6... 6... Now fight me again
rap for real And you know, yes you know This is rap for real Someday's I take the L to gel with the real world Got on at 87th, stopped by this little
You were born by Fourteen Four-regional Dimensions Their milt and spawn gave your life of various alterations You know there's no god or belial Your
