I read a brand new paper About a man who had a thousand guns Lived in the Southern States Ran away from everyone He felt it wasn't safe Even in the Southern
I read a brand new paper About a man who had a thousand guns Lived in the Southern States Ran away from everyone Felt it wasn't safe Even in the
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Some get kicks by kicking people, some get high by talking down. I get mine somewhere in-between, dumb attitudes make me frown. There are no guns, there
sadness You're in the mouth of madness You be a gypsy man You've got no sense, no sadness You're in the mouth of madness
...die Scarface: I read the book of revalations And now I realize we in revalations And on that note I make this statement For all the young guns to
thing is rendering A moment moving too fast to endure But you abide and smile wide 'Cause I want to remember this for sure You can give me guns and
threats Here's a chin check that cash and splash niggas in half Smash rappers like hash, soke 'em down to ashes At last it's the crew that party crashes the masses Madness
death come The black son in the ghetto section The light protect them from the iron weapon This is madness... [Chorus: Killah Priest] This is madness, this is madness
, I heard you got some] I've found a star, [bad news about killah priest, ya know] I've found a star, [out here, right now it's madness, ] Where do we
I write rhymes, more deadly and more better Than the last, sick and disturbed verse I wrote And sell it to tough teenage boys to quote Some music to madness
t fo' real and you ain't Universal Your whole style sounds like a N'Sync commercial Ignoramus, I'm the baddest with the mic apparatus Challengin' the God of rap is madness
my last But heres a tip for these cops Next time I'm goin out with a blast So if you look up in this black man's Eyes of straight madness Ready to buck
tha pen I'm sending this to you, ya know Hope you get to hear my rap, try to make it off parole The streets are full of sadness, dope and geto madness
message to the ones: Load your guns! Load your guns before the night! Still you need to be strong And believe in all of the system we belong Load your guns! (Load you guns!) Load your guns
are canyons full of movie stars, churches made of metal There are mountains made of muscle We have leaders who are anxious, we have captains not courageous Captains tumbling into madness