SHADOWS; OF MYSELF so you say i'm a product of my environment there's no big letdown because i'm not finished yet BECAUSE DEATH IS NOT AN OPTION
me and you were like a crew I was like your sidekick, you gon' either wanna fight me When I get off this fucking mic or you gon' hug me But I'm not an option
is paid to trade hot stock tips for profits, thirsty criminals take pockets Hard knuckles on the second hands of workin class watches Skyscrapers is collosus, the cost of living is
with mafia ties Leased my soul to the Devil with the option to buy Yo, bangin' for real Niggas is thinkin' rap, I'm thinkin' laundromat We washin' this money You think this shit is
disciples, He'd like to have some sex again! I guess Young Peter's receiving, Cuz Jesus fucked his ass. Christ is an effin' fag, He likes to dress in drag. But hey I guess his Dad is
Like a flash of light in an endless night Life is trapped between two black entities 'Cause when you trust someone illusion has begun No way to prepare
To complete the portal Left by the dying un-earthly race This task is not possible without the Culmination of many hands Slaves are an option I would
is right for me They live, they suffer, they choose their destiny They live, they prosper, in the end its worth everything Fear is not an option, I won
as we age what remains is burdened sufferance? My mortality looms, in its visage is doom And it's speaking to me alone The years will unfold but what is
impulse Ingest your corpse to be Quadriplegic you feed as your dinner is served Waste not ; want not, though there's not much to conserve Severed and
, I need to be not contemplating suicide (I see through you) 'Cause rational thought, it would seem that I need to be Not doing stuff that makes death seem like an easier option
need is my pen and my electric blanket, take that away and I'll have nothing left, unless you include my love, in which case death is not an option and neither is
I'll find what you want But there's gonna be a cost See, my name is Boba Fett I know my shit is tight Start not actin'right You're frozen in carbonite
have more than one seed How can you dictate birth, regardless to women And the parents, they make the hardest decisions Sons keep their family names, so that's not an option
'm losing my mind. [Side] - Help! [Girl:] You smell like perfume. That's NOT mine. [Guy:] Your head's going fucking crazy, Your head is going crazy.
best We gonna work, we ain't sleepin So if you ain't thinking, get a pillow And a blanket boy [Verse 2 - D-Pryde] Stopping ain't an option An object
all the grinnin' and the laughs When you play the game of life and the win ain't in the bag When your options is none and the pen is all you have Or