'cuz I ain't got time My lifestyle so cold, holla' for the gold Some say I'm too drunk, some say I'm too blowed And rollin' wit' kilos and stackin' them C-Notes
the surface of the lookin glass Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on Stars shine bright, but the light
Total is trash, because my lead eat through fibers Peel your potato like Arriada On the day of your death people had candles but couldnt find no lighter
is trash, because my lead eat through fibers Peel your potato like Arriada On the day of your death people had candles but couldnt find no lighter
fearing death, might as well be dead Towers of the occupiers, will soon fall Martyr or mass murderer? That's your call Mass transit or a mall? Who can watch them
from [unverified] When I smash off over there It's blood on the curb over there And them niggaz that be actin' like nerds over there And my niggaz that be flippin' plenty birds over there For them
cause you been lucked out Ahh I abuse you, and the shadow behind you Beat you both to death, where they mama she couldn't find you And them people that
green margins did grow (note 1) And spread their sweet scent through the glade Oh the path to our cottage they say has grown green (note 2) And the place
high like a mountain Or notes that fall gently like rain I can't wait to share this new wonder The people will all see its light Let them all make their
love these guys Brought the hood on them guys The best story told yet bonded against all odds Ain't no tearin' them apart Swore pattern, wow till death do them
to that porcelain toilet Whether behind bars or in front of scars We use medicine to numb the rap bar I might tell you something that'll change your death
[James Nichols from Bowling for Columbine] Them people, law enforcement, if you want to call them that were here and they were shaking in their shoes.
take the stage Light is provided through sparks of energy From the mind that travels in rhyme form Givin' sight to the blind The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum Death
he didn't miss a note imitating Jimmy Dean Well I knew in Hollywood he'd be the biggest star of all For his name would be in lights when Wal Dooney set
feel to be outclassed So get your hands up So get your hands up Right after me you want to kick up you're dead (?) So play a 5th note Play a 5th note
all our breaths which dream idly into deaths, deaths: at all these deaths, I remember you beautiful with love and fear with swooping hair biting the words our of your mind, and delivering them
Show me your sole...I like to study shoe prints You've stepped to me before! I can recognize them stubby toes! I left them guys with bloody clothes.
Keith Sweat Is Big L slow? Hell no Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough I'm known for yoking jacks And beatin them with smoking