like the song is like self-explanatory You know what I mean? It's called My Own Hell Story about me, and Midwest side, and Hog style Records And people around me
soul, angels walk with me First do the flow sickly, niggaz is so shifty The fo'-fo' is like a force field, you won't get me I brought some folk with me
from me y'all From the Hood to Hollywood, they respectin' me y'all And even overseas they acceptin' me y'all All the ladies show me love, the thugs reppin' me
Please don't tell me I can't make it It aint gonna do me any good And please don't offer me your modern method I'm fixin' to carve this out of wood From
't stop me, you can't stop me I'm comin', I'm comin', Can't hold me back I'm comin', I'm comin' You can't stop me, you can't stop me I'm comin', I'm
's really the mind of the Emcee It's all around me, it's Emcee Murdah, though God has found me I thought I heard the sound of a thousand angels It's
my album though...?) [Vast Aire] (oh... whateva) [El-P] (its ok...) When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers fallin in with flying debris and bad programs of landmines that remind me
of me, death of me Your love will be the death of me Death served wine for lovers Brought from the world where devils reign And intoxicated angels with
That's how master degrades you I'm battlin' Jesus if he passes through my label snatchin' his halo God I pray that you send my father back as an angel
m frightened - don't make me do this ... Raoul, it scares me - don't put me through this ordeal by fire ... he'll take me, I know ... we'll be parted
the cost Send a check to the kids that live on the streets That was good now your mind`s at ease Now don`t get me wrong I`m not saying it`s bad To have
mental impression directly on any record so Give me space to move, room to prove I'm stupid with the P's and Q's Ladies and gentlemen I'm sending you
roar With me head inside a barrel and me leg screwed in the floor Mother pack me bags because I'm off to foreign parts Don't ask me where I'm going '
in my noodle, you angel hair pasta Flows dreaded like some f-cking tangled hair rasta? ?farian, Jamaican, relax, man I'll send a f-cking axe at you if
Situations you've been in got the world Earl Flynn'in You got the world Earl Flynn'in And I know (Chorus) I know that you don't like me And wanna see me
die 'less they fuck wit' I Niggaz know who dope yo' Shit the flow is retched And my gee too futuristic for you hoez to catch it I'm a God send, the fallen angel
, I'm knowing that your walking right with me U defend me, n u mend me even when I get tipsy Kinda crazy in the battlefield, still u with me U never tempt me never hurt me
thumping in my head When I?m kissing my love I close my eyes and see a pretty city With a million flower beds I can hear the angels sing Songs that only angels