A transparent heart can't hide its blackest wish. Even blood, pounding deceit, only makes your motives clearer. Your scheme to conceal the desire may
run away, they said they lookin' for me, but I'm a find a nigga killin' before this nigga find me. Y'all niggas know a murder-bound city, see me when
No stop Choppers are in the air, Let's hunt enemies) Akal?m, haydi bu battle'? kazanal?m (Let's go, let's win this battle) (We started in the Midwest) (
The midnight gang's assembled And picked a rendezvous for the night They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign That brings this fair city light Man,
hiding we remain, - 'cause the hunt still goes on! No one could say when the Father will rise: And call for the City of Judgment And He exiled me
statement (hu hu huh) In this matrix Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man Somehow found, amazing! By the department of sanitation Under city lights
did the violent crimes that's why I got this style of rhyme Seek repentance to spittin? them sentences to senseless Experience is the difference, you can't convince this
Shit is real out here This ain't no fuckin' joke I lived in a spot called Millbrooke Projects The original, criminal minded, rap topic With twenty cents in my pocket, I saw the light
guilty after all tha things they did to me Sweated me, hunted me Trapped in my own community One day I'm gonna bust Blow up on this society Why did ya
[Intro] Hello Mr. Yates This is Sarah from the Complex ClubHouse I'm calling to tell you That we've been getting complaints From your neighbors about
Buck wild, doing my thang, fulfilling my dream Shit, I remember thinking about back when I was a teen I know I'm blessed, just having this tank around my chest Cause every city
river Protected by the stupid little fairies I floated for nine days and nights I floated for nine days and nights Till I came to the city Bright lights
? All I need from you is All I see This city's paved with cold Playboys buying fun Seems there is no hunter left Without his hunting gun Can you feel the light
bigger at stake My purpose is this journey Brother, you are shortsighted Naive and starry-eyed You are not the chosen one This will be your demise Brother, I can't help this
don't play that, you gotta play this Telling school you ain't saying that, you gotta say this You can't wear that, you gotta wear this Well, hear this
With more drama than you find in the flicks I'm Dolomite without the afro picks or flyin' kicks, it's this, this, this, this This thing is gonna be
mission, rap spies be my folder I.n.s. a.k.a. j. hunter, vocal gunner Known to choke-hold the funky drummer Hunter city tour for the summer The last dog
