not die that'll eternally thrives the free minds That's who you know you're alive [Canibus:] I was spiritual first She cut my umbilical at the physical birth
My birth certificate reads: "Earth's most descriptive MC" My death certificate'll read: "I'm dead, quit listening to me" But while I'm here I'll use
Drizzaws, full of caper for some paper to fold Sort of a jack episode if you will I was a do-low nigga from birth, and I'm that do-low nigga still See
we are denied the chance of ever being truly free. The terrible inequalities of the peoples of this earth Make freedom at best a dream, at worst an insulting
nobody!) But he still got smoked at Bebe's party But you're not the first or the last You're nothin but a short story from the past You're dead now, not
head full of dread I've been examined ever since I was seamen They took a sonogram and seen the image of a demon At birth the nurses surrounded my with
die you gon' really see what I'm a bring No man can serve two masters [Chorus 1:] [Hell Razah:] This where the demons at, chicks sip semen at 200 fallen
about cars and ice, made him agree A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be And so he met them friday night at a quarter to three [Chorus: 2Pac/Makaveli
cars and ice, made him agree a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three [Hook] [Verse 3] They
I got dead bodies covered with hay in my barn Loud motherfuckers get there lips sown with yarn Out the ten story window, at first I chuck you Attach a
singing softly) First...lullaby First...Son...will...ever...hear And never forget Mommy almost bled to death when she have him...finally She'd already lost...three
wanted to take my brain into a labratory Destroy me, since birth My baby talk was psychic thoughts Flashbacks, all the past blacks trapped in the present Killin for dead
!) But he still got smoked at Bebe's party But you're not the first or the last You're nothin but a short story from the past You're dead now, not number