a libre Got my open on your Etheopian attitude Your body queen of the empire I feel your fire Your eyes are hazel, and everytime that your perform
a libre Got my open on your Etheopian attitude Your body queen of the empire I feel your fire Your eyes are hazel, and everytime that your
stopped playing... she stared, she had the facial grimicing... and then the psychiatrist was saying, "Julie, Julie, can you hear me? Can you open your eyes? Can you stick out your
graveyard box You end up in a box 'cause of them grave robbing bastards Dig ya' grave back up snatched you out the casket Worms in my eyes eating through
nigga I make moves, cause bowels to move When I'm creeping through your hood with a thousand little dudes Um. We're the peace like Islam I make your eyes
Men die while the ink from my pen dry Tryin to make ends by words not crack rocks If raps are plane crash, my rhyme's the black box, like that [Kurupt
12 gauge stage displayed wit all rage Bet yo last dolla it will make front page It lasted all night, Mcs filled the block Some dead with they eyes open
canary, tennis bracelet necklace, kno' I'm sayin' Three quarter black mink, shades, canaries in both ears Kno' I'm sayin' black phantom, triple black,
your eyes And imagine your tongue in between my thighs Baby open up cell block eight, alright nigga that's enough Stop, look and listen, get back to your position Kim got your
but the valves are broke A psychotic grasp upon my throat I wanna hang the rope! Death you feel is your friend As it calls from the black unknown Voices hounding at your
comes to pass when you sell your ass Life is more than what your hands can grasp Good night! (kids talking) Knock 'em out the box mos, knock 'em out
's Sunday morning I'm afraid to wake up cause i know i ain't sleeping alone i can't turn over i can't open my eyes and i don't think i will till your
needs the operation? Bullets removed from your head, grand central station I gotta cut off your ear, first behind your neck Rip out the stomach, and open
suckin soft Black Superman, yeah I'm a butter law I put this hollowtip on quarter inch you broken jaw ER be fucking strong Blindfold your bitch toss
if you wanna feel my pain, then close your eyes, hold your breath now that's to close to death, open your eyes see the light now, and if you love your
front of you So if you just open your eyes Oh, what a sweet discovery There is hope and there is joy And there is acceptance So let all the light that collects on your
Men die while the ink from my pen dry Tryin to make ends by words not crack rocks If raps are plane crash, my rhyme's the black box, like that [kurupt
aside Mr. Wilson Would you please move aside Hey Betty May, it's summertime in Jersey Don't you know the kids will freeze Please don't pop your eyes