down there, hear my bleeding heart's poetry Under cold stone you're lying in (the) sea of my tears Thorns, sadness and pain, my mind is full of insanity
it even if it doesn't last Do this when the moment sings or do it all in vain For your love so quickly gets corrupted into insane This is a message of
feel I'm a threat to high powered mc's Cause when I roll up on their live shows they kinda freeze From being approached by the genius of rap Whose poetry
when I swerve, you observe it closely If you smoke trees, smoke more than an oz Mix any kind of dope with me, you o-d You get the CD, L-P C.O.D. Poetry
and hung with love making eyes into frozen temples that stale you in her gaze so pale so cold so beautiful if not clinicly insane now the decades
up to God quicker Who would figure that all I need was a hair trigger? Semi-automatic MAC-11 just to scare niggaz Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers
, please settle down Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized With your black hair and your fat-ass thighs Street poetry is my everyday But yo, I gotta
want a different color mink for everyday of the week Homey, don't speak on me I'm the one and only gift the Unholy poetry Poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry
I need a brand new head I'm good as dead boy cause I'm almost dead When I kick it, I like my shit, what, Wicket? With the insane in the brain poetry
WAKE THE DEAD I never fall back, I'm not a new jack I get to sayin' wicked shit and get a flashback I gotta unholy mind brain, money dollar insane poetry
Listen 'cause this is the sound of a crucifix The U-N-H-O-L-Y's now in the looser mix Unholy's inside a me so I get homocidous The unholy poetry is for
Some call the song mystic With tales of gore And terror in the night His words, no more, Have kept me mystified An art revealed to no one Some say insanity
day long man, we back in town [Consequence] Homie check it out I got her mesmerized So won't you hook a chew scorns, she tellin you buy Street poetry
m a villain I'm just chillin', like Bob Dylan Yea, I smoke cheeba it helps me with my brain I might be a little dusted, but I'm not insane People come
m a villain I'm just chillin' like bob dylan I smoke cheeba it helps me with my brain I might be a little dusted but I'm not insane People come up to
Let's begin What, where, why, or when Will all be explained Why destruction is a game See I'm not insane In fact, I'm kind of rational When I be asking
that only understand The annihilation and destruction of the next man That's not poetry, that is insanity It's simply fantasy far from reality Poetry is the language of imagination Poetry
the brothers in iraq War is wack, especially when you die in vain Bush invaded panama, how can you really place blame on hussein? Regardless of the name, the insane