until it speaks Each day is a night Then your lifetime is gone There is a voice inside us all That says rebuild and when it's called All that is wrong
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holes in my pocket, Sam launch the rocket They wanna rip my arms out the socket, fucking heathens Love to see a nigga stop breathing I heard a voice
but missed the 12 gauge Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor Remember that Cold rollin' thick as a shake,I'm rockin' hard as a quake
' high Since Luke was Luke Skywalk Man, my topic of talk is sheddin' shame All over your game like them shorties who claim That Afrocentric lovin' is the past drug A
surface of truth I hid 'em This mankind is past, but can he erase The tears of a million years is human race Of animals, that talk and walk upright Then slave all day and fall in a
Cause it freeze on em That Cali-O sensation lets us squeeze up in em Its a whole 'notha mind state, A way of livin That playalistic feelin' gives you the vibes of a
Logic is a threat Reason searched and seized Jerry spent some time in michigan A twenty year vacation, after all he had a dime A dime is worth a lot
?t hang The original baby gangsta on this Compton thang Don?t slip, the late night hype is when I dip Boo-yaa is the sound from a lonely clip Can?t feel
on a limb with 'em 'cause I'm wid him Put a barrel to the apparel of you and some of them Stand a chance, at the dance, without a Bow tie Shady Records
endangered I can't stay away from a razor, I just want my face in a paper I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight To awake neighbors for acres
a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a seismograph And a noise is bred, picked up and
four hoof prints on ya foreheads, mothafuckas! (there it is!) so bop ya heads to that, uh (there it is!) [chorus] [outro: killah priest] Fuckin pussy emcee's, gon' get a
best is white Co-signed by a nigga that pimped the mic Make the rule the view that the beef is cool But what it do is fool the few fools who buy the
The block hot by the law, there ain't too many choices So what I do is for y'all, there ain't too many voices left I watch my back, and watch my step
in my pocket, Sam launch the rocket They wanna rip my arms out the socket, fuckin heathens Love to see a nigga stop breathin I heard a voice sing
