could be anything. All that matters is what they hear, and fuck, it can be beautiful Fuck. We'll turn it into something grand. We killed the meaning, there's
I sit writers block sick of all this shit, Can't call it shit. All I know is I'm about to hit the wall, If I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic
Unit with pesticides, and you can get Your best ghost writers, get 'em all to testify Have you ever been stung by a thousand hornets? Five hundred Killa
's why I'm ignorin' ya page I can't respect you no more, you's a fraud and a snake But you noticed that's the hate that I love You see me eating off rat
lay Silent, silent murder Silent, silent murder And Cain killed his brother Abel When God accepted Abel's offering and not his Abel's offering showed
I sit writer's block, sick of all this shit Can't call it, shit All I know is I'm about to hit the wall If I have to see another one of mom's alcholic
issues Somethin's off nowadays, you don't seem official, so I see you with them other artists and it's sickenin' E'rythin's changed since we parted,
spin. matching jackets for the siamese twins, brand new shoes I cruise around the writer's block and find the poet's tree, johnny rockwell you know it's
said, "Yeah right" he pulled the mic out a snotty rag Sealed up air-tight and wrapped up in a body bag Get a advance and catch chance writer's block
, while I sit writers block sick of all this shit, cant call it shit, all I know is i'm about to hit the wall, if I have to see another one of mom's alchaholic
!?... that's why I'm ignorin ya page I can't respect you no more, you's a fraud and a snake But you noticed that's the hate that I love You see me eating
It's nothin like, what I thought, man the proof's in the pie Cause ain't no puddin in the hood when niggaz shoot to survive But what's my single? Ask
' with the big toast and lay Chorus (X6) And Cain killed his brother Abel when God accepted Abel's offering and not his. Abel's
World....Peace World....Peace World [Nas] Yo there's brothers on the block posted up like they own it That's their corner, from New York to California Got blocks
a job pourin tar up on da roof. Dat boy had it hard, no facade it's da truth, So now when I menage and get massaged it's da proof. Proof's in da pudding