I'm writing this while on the high seas And I mean higher than the days we spent shooting the breeze This ship is rolling quite a bit But you know
"This is hell." Wiser words have never been said Minus kess and cain I'm fucking dead I'm a fucking trainwreck I'm a bloody mess I hate this distance
hard to keep the faith. So forgive me if I've gone astray, but seeing is believing; And you're selling me a story that isn't very convincing. Heaven sent hell
many tears into these phonelines. I think we're going to drown (allston, tribeca). This distance is going to put us under the ground. This distance is
hip hop stars [Break: Classified - talking] Keep your hands up Let's get this goin Yeah, now without any doubt if we in the house, say hell yeah (HELL
soul (burning my soul) (soul) Burning my soul (burning my soul) (soul) Burning my [instrumental section at this ] [point would later become hell's ] [
fuck? I don't know what a fuck is to give it "Yeah I don't think this guy is well.." I'm high as hell I'll beat you with a live cat when I'm swinging
of one joint, stoppin a limo Hopped in the window, shoppin a demo at gunpoint A lyricist without a clue, what year is this? Fuck a needle, here's a sword, bodypierce with this
guess it all started when Keesh left this earth dog And the doc gave me my worst call And told me that my boo goin through convulsions Imagine my mind state and emotions Hell
Cube] Please listen to my demo [x8] A nigga told me, the record company's the pimp The artist is the hoe, The stage is the corner And the audience is
it's simple, you're only makin' music that you pretend that you're into, come on, "dance with you" was never a hit fool, and what the hell is takin' you
, go down, heat it up I'm like a New Edition; y'all not Ronnie Bobby and Mike Not even Ricky Ralph or Johnny, instead it rain tonight Is this the
t no damn pellets, this is lead in my rhyme When I spit this stuff you know Get a pen and pad dido This one stop at 62, I'm a spit through ten mo
one to the head y'all A-like that y'all I'm gonna drop this rhyme, I'm gonna drop this rhyme I'm gonna drop this rhyme I hope it does skyrocket If it
single second i'm alive i'm alive I don't understand why i got your trunk full of candy And your so high bumping off the sweetness This is what you
: [Intro] Warning! This album contains Ludacris material Parental discretion is advised So kids cover your eyes and close your eyes Otherwise you're
Jackson made the hell And the clouds wonderin' where the hell Marvin Gabe went How do I say this I'm living for my sun But I can't figure out why I'm at my temple with this
