My heart pumping My heart pumping Coming in the airport, coming in the sea Coming in the garden, got a conscious stream Coming in a washroom, coming in a plane Coming in a force field
here We've got the American Jesus Bolstering national faith We've got the American Jesus Overwhelming millions every day He's the farmers barren fields (In God) The force
re smarter than or what we're meant to be If the grains sift coarsely through the hour glass And collect like their victims in the bowl The ungodly force
Whoda thought from baker rows center hill he get so much accomplished n-ggas plot to try to kill me And keep it real we try yet and still we die out in the battle field
was born to ball While y'all took the summer off My money did a somersault Back flips, cartwheels, Carolina Tarheel Ain't no nigga touching my style it got a force field
with haze in our lungs Raisin the guns, knowin; My day'll come, razors under the tongue Clips in the steel, bricks in the wheels, chips in the field of
pocket fatter Mind bitin' an arm starts a crime G equals and MC dat ain't near the square, son, I gets mine But, yo, the kill, the fill with force fields
tech focal reprocessing metallic existence roams through the galaxy trails of stardust remain I crush you palace and fallacies warlords who swung swords now hide behind steel shields from the battle field
what it seems cold stares and sudden screams I get in fights every night as I'm reflecting Throwing punches fast hard as I can but not connecting Them protected by a force field
hockey bags dragged back and forth Bring it down south and get more from back up north So I can stack up more, no matter attack with force 26 inch rims
boss Angel hair with the lobster sauce, summertime can't top the scorch Check my hot broad, I dropped the Porsche FBI wanna watch the force, trying to
madness, responsible for losses Political forces, land littered with corpses Like the youth in the street, who gamble and gets scarred Even the troops in the field
Killah Priest I leave the blood filling in the street I'm from the dark hills of Brownsville The seven shields on windmills across the killing fields
nugget, run your jewels I rap for motherfuckers, clapped at motherfuckers If you don't know then you must be schooled My flow's bonafied to be a supreme force
this shit! Babylon apple, natu-wu (natural) habitat, stone statues(planes crashin!) Verse Two: Robotron golden arms, pentagon brain cell, all to gain, chained to the bumper. Wolfgang hunters, field
buggin' 'cause your head is at A place where reality doesn't seep in Practice makes perfect then you might reap in The benefits of this respectable field
the poetry industry Vocabulary that to others is a fantasy highly respected by the public at large The prince will rock is taking charge I'm like a tiger in a battle field
down my window pane It stains the seal to let me know life is real Sustain and build and and maintain a force field I use it in a time of need when it