Let's compromise, so let's compromise... It's getting harder and harder to tell, if the words you are saying are actually felt. Here's something for
: Let's compromise, so let's compromise... It's getting harder and harder to tell, if the words you are saying are actually felt. Here's something for
And with the drank getting smoked, the bottles is popping We ain't even make it to the party, and girls jocking It's Hakizzle, you know the name girl Just write your number down, and
And angels looking down at my body attached to wires Priest kissed by the widow spider that spit saliva I write for lifers and boxers at Rikers I write
Give 'em a body of a slave May the Lord strike this earth with pestilence and plagues If I ever lay, may they cover me with weed, ash, hip and sage Merry
fam' I'm the feelin of a millionaire spendin a hundred grand I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet Live it, and I write down and I watch it blow up Y'all
and drugs be I'm glass floor now you passport and over seas we watchin the sun rise, Smoke a joint out on the beach Write my name in the sand, I Never
taste it Worth all the wasted time (I spent wishing and falling) Now I see through the hurricane's eye As the water rushes over the shoreline The waves are gonna rise and rise
time prowlers, and grimmey after hours Karl Kani, Mumalo wear, Eddie Bauers Flippin cake niggaz, who strip and take niggaz Upstate niggaz, my Crystal Lake niggaz We gonna hold it down
the pussy and she say you can?t Me and my partners we got that game Check a square-ass bitch and make her throw that thang You wine and dine that nasty
And can't think without the drink and drugs How many niggas can't get in with hats and sneakers on? Say, ?Fuck security? and get inside and keep them
And angels looking down at my body attached to wires Priest kissed by the widow spider that spit saliva I write for lifers and boxers at rikers I write
my cage And my flesh return to wet clay From which I was made, my bones rot and decay If I rest eternal, may the lords send great inferno Till this day I write
and before I hit the court I made it my forte cause I got this, you can come and get this, cause my method is the most and I boast so you can bet this
throat Lubricate the path as my words float Up and down 'cause muthafuckas be on my crown So they sound like me, but they can't write like me It's the
more of your crying, Jealous cause we striving and inspired by truths, They know nothing bout surviving with the times and the news, And whole image is a lie and
I go down a corridor and I see this guy He must be about one hundred foot tall And he only has one eye He asks me for my autograph I write nobody and
