Songtexte:
With Dead Hands Rising Outro

the flow's so accurate Anything's possible, black, you mad profitable Waste no time, breath, air on popping you Put you on the guest list, go dance with death The club's dead

must be in it [Verse 11: Pebblee Poo from Def Committee (Nas)] C'mon! Well I'm the ?wa-say-why? with the with the same crew First name Pebblee, last

be Me know say him nuh wah dead. Den, Jesus Christ, Tell me why society try stop Ghetto yute corn bread Dats not nice Cah dem know youth a go rise up

game and the flow's so accurate Anything's possible, black, you mad profitable Waste no time, breath, air on popping you Put you on the guest list, go dance with death The club's dead

he see me fifteen with the burner out of prison Gangster - fuck that, I'm (GangStarr) Tell Nas (hip-hop's dead) now, my man's gone As I rise to the top

don't let a young nigga die broke I hold my pistol with pride with every 9 I toke It's a tear I done shed Another black male on the stairs laid dead What

I'm strange Can't tame em. Can't blame em for lookin' at me as if I can't change With that said still I'm a rise. Though I keep it still in lies Go ahead

game and the flow's so accurate Anything's possible, black, you mad profitable Waste no time, breath, air on popping you Put you on the guest list, go dance with death The club's dead

[Verse 1:] Man I'm doin bad I'ma come real with it It Ain't struggle that make a man, it's how the man deal with it Last days ya gotta recognize the negative