haunting dreams in which manipulation wins Speak no hidden fears, religion neutralized Emerged from the dark, sadist mercenary ride Realm not of this world
created. It was given the title: Gangsta Rap It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared By the establishment, it changed the course of the world
baby? The thought alone might break me And I don't wanna go crazy But every thug needs a lady Girl, it feel like you and I bein' born in together Inseparable, you chose pain
time another mother murders her kids And the unbearable thought of this here just brings me to tears It's hard enough we got to raise our kids to live in this world
pain Plugging my arteries and veins with strains When I lose in this game Chorus Lo-ke: 12/11/73, a young little huster was born Torn from my momma
Let the power of love inside the soul unfold Free the mind, let it rise above We've gotta change this world into a world of love Mother Earth, she's
s loss, another man's gain Stay in the game, pleasure and pain We treasure the fame, pleasure and pain Pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain, pain, pain, pain
the bombs drop from the sky instead of rain And the land is dry while the mothers cry And the babies that are born are born to die You see the fear on
(1st Verse) 11/8/71 mama brung the gun to this world and ever since it's been tons of fun Leavin' bitches stun off in they lungs I cum, hella spung give
gold cards Yo, this is cerebral warfare Nuclear golden sphere attacks the hemisphere Leaves the human fearness of the pit of urban tears Dedicate my life to Allah, each bar's a star Far from
possess you to push me, take off your skirt bitch show the world your pussy the kingpin most wanted kid run this gangsta rappin down with each other for
It's so real) It's all real [Eightball] Yeah Little girl So precious and innocent to the world Get swallowed up and sucked up by this world Little girl you hide your pain
more Put a little love in the cadence And you'll see that in this world nobody wins The beauty that a samba have Because samba was born in Bahia
it to trial it ain't a game kid World premier, metal gear, fanfare, stand clear all jokes aside This is our year still here for real y'all, bare witness this
something funky hear that's because We just shitted here, in this year, niggas, get it clear See there shares disappear, we coming from the rear Got you running in fear
me inject this, flow of electric currency For all the party people preferrin' me And spectatin' like a tourist, 'cause you never Saw this style of rap kickin' like Chuck Norris But this
hope driven away Life's worn down his defence How many lives In the world born and die In disillusionment Not allowed to have dreams And one day make'em real This