the lab taking golden seal For tomorrows drug test Scared niggaz hugging they techs Don't want to get plugged next Outside there's a bloodfeast We all product, faced
go) Bust your nine niggas, side by side niggas (C'mon) If we get the RICO law, we go run and hide niggas (Let's go) Death is the only thing that might
cut-throats, they deep throat to lay with me I reminise how I missin starin' in space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' that face Layin up
me on death row A crime for which I am totally innocent, you know I began to warm and chill To objects and their fields A ragged cup, a twisted mop The face
Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength 5 Boroughs of death we rep to death Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx.. [KRS-One] We hit em and get em, we
hooves and death booksa?¦ Came to a Tech N9ne show and got tooka?¦. By the lyrical anghellical voice that's shooka?¦ Satan, the lord rebutes yaa?¦ The power of Christ
, shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears Escape outta your ducts, every time you hear my name You better duck fate or catch a fuckin' face
run Cherishing every last breath But I ain't going back It's freedom or death That be my motive 4 murder Now I know you the judge of life and death
a weapon on my waist within arm's reach, that's my baby keep it strapped in like a car seat, yes, though i walk through the valley in the shadows of death
Uh, young Christ Our father I'll ride for my niggas, I'll die for my niggas Bodies get hard soul touch the sky Numbers gettin' called God shut my eyes
Dying felt so goddamn good today If I was ever alive well it's hard to say It was kissing my eyelids and burning my face away Dying felt so goddamn good
If I was ever alive well it's hard to say It was kissing my eyelids and burning my face away Dying felt so goddamn good today We dance the electric Pagan
has brought me life I know that it is finished I will not boast in anything No gifts, no power, no wisdom But I will boast in Jesus Christ His death
Like a Jew in ancient Spain And for Christ's name did pay with pain Modern day inquisition What is the link between these crafts? Doctors and thieves,
like Jesus Christ Act like Jesus Christ, I know, I know, I know, I know Here's your Jesus Christ I'm your Jesus Christ, I know, I know, I know, I Bleeding to death
which I am nearly wholly innocent I'll say again, I am afraid to die I began to warm and chill To objects and their fields A ragged cup, a twisted mop The face
stained glass fragments Cut your flesh to the bone Baptized in black blood Hymen breached with a cross Children of your lord Semen peppers their faces
he spoke it Mesmerized and repeated, like he the author that wrote it The broads are the ones I love just don't wanna be the corporate So waiting for death