? Another day is over see horror on the street The shadows gonna touch my heart A skeleton hand that bears all the grief Does lightly stroke my sleeping
will keep Pills if you wouldn't mind Clouds of vapor to stretch out the miles Hung over we'll greet a certain death With flash of chipped tooth smile
for to fear musgrave You nothing have to fear I'll set a page outside the gate To watch til morning clear And woe be to the little footpage And an ill death
to death be the name, so I modern-day confuse For you Latter Day souls, promote the type of fun That makes your Saturdays whole, grey matter turn gold With the stroke
or rest behind that bullshit Now you rock the best, scared to death while you walkin' Fuckin' up the talkin', we straight up, New Yorkin' We blowin' niggas, heart attack stroking
well Hard luck, got gassed up and starstruck Then got stuck in one stroke, the Mobb clutch Laid up, sippin' all types of shit, get ya chick bent Talk the bitch to death
s fin Man-made terror, hungry jaws of death Y'all don't cross my depths, I'll pause your breaths I cause you to sink down forty thousand leagues Bleeding to death
told my son in mart nine to blow your man up My hand to hand soldiers, rep ill If my words don't affect you, then death will Mega Montana, for real,
Now Rule local, now I'm B.K. vocal Right out the X, you can work out your pecs and your back Can beat the death with bats, need to tune up, NJ'll turn
defeated I, I felt a stroke at the crack of dawn yeh, And I paralyse my mind, my imagination, To my execution To every anil of death I heard I count
unknown Come from nowhere and behind no one His lips whisper unknown words Never heard and delusive Words as a cares enchanting Arousal, beauty and emotion Like silver breeze stroke
I am the icon sublime The guide on the voyage clandestine I sing the verses bewailed I, torch of the radiant way Once you step out Hearken the strokes
a man gone beserk, who, due to several strokes of fate, starts killing his neighbours randomly and senselessly. "Behind My Eyes" A ballad about birth, life and death
short but sweet Street crime, time is money, nigga don't waste mine Dispose my 9, throwin' your shine, your froze in time Lookin' at death, holdin' your
glory and pain You know the story 'bout the boy with a name He did things like kill people and stole Kane The hood got three lanes, life, death, or
as death was growing nigh him And with his eye no breath he said I love you Barbara Allen As she was walking back to town she heard the death bell feeling
Same as always, we stroke the nail too deep It's hard to see the coffin's closed again No connection, between the scattered parts of life and death. Do
step and you're history crushed dead Wipe you out... deathly blow finishing stroke bloodshed Homicidal - I am the one executioner of punishment Hate - Words of war - I create Prosper until death