It is the fear that drives you mad It is the fear that makes you blind It is the fear that keeps you sad It is the fear that kills your mind You think
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my master, it's making me bust Hip-hop is suffering, meaning I'm a necessity, if nothing But you like every other rapper, cornrows and a bandana But I get a
or do you fear me 3D You wanna do a medicinal The place i really wanna go The one I love but never gets near me Tricky It's a beautiful day, well
Shuffling round the stores And shoplifting is getting so last year's thing X-box is a god to me A finger on the switch My mother is a bitch My
kisses from the high Clementine, I won't ask why In a box, all my fears Hailed a cab, wiped my tears Fairy tale, subtle hint That lead me towards a happy
Here I am after so many years Hounded by hatred and trapped by fear I'm in a box, I've got no place to go If I follow my mind, I know I'll slaughter my
at these blue skies, and think what a disguise That's why its called the "Magic City", it's a treat to your eyes Cross the bridge and it'll fuck with ya mind
is When I select a electronic device to make a sequence. Frequent blows of rejection in my section No action, no satisfaction I'm takin a walk in
the world of shame become a victim I feel death circling no plans of leaving look into my eyes see a soul barely breathing. Hook: What's fear? fear
and left a self-made fortune And left trey orphans Now he in a box with the same chain and watch That never came off him It's a shame what it cost him
For years I have been waitin' and hesitatin' to make a Rap record that had the pace of a slow song Quiet a storm chillin' while the fire is warm You and
stacks right Think I'm bullshittin' a buncha niggas back like Right back home hungry, they stacks gone they forget price I know a nigga sold his soul for a
general, spit a Uzi at ya coffin Run up in ya crib without a search warrant Do what you like, we don't give a fuck Go head and fight, all my bitches grab a
[verse 1] Is the groove good to you Like when you lose your thing Forgetten grits is grocery And eggs is poultry Makin a livin against those makin a
without a motherfuckin' paddle Rattle that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothin' more than a grain Or a
a killa wit a chainsaw I'm a damage 'n' maim yall The devilish death by an angel Change all Fuck a nigga Buck a nigga When he wanna get a piece of a
'm comin with a gun Now tell me what I will and I won't do F - Fear em they blast hoes T - Tear 'em a new asshole I - Infect their mind wit this lyrical
