I try to control what?s in my mind Run out of solutions This is my only way to leave it behind The lights go out The chairs kicked out Reach out with
'm ( ? ) [ ROUND 1: Hen-Gee ] Black stallion, knockin on concrete walls Standin tall, rappers in my face, they stall Stutter, softer than melted butter There's no other word, go ask your mother
brain, I'm insane I got him on the run nigga This ain't for B.E.T. mother fuck the industry Punk I know my enemy the devil he can't control me nigga
Boots She Makes You Moan And Scream She Takes Control And You're On Your Knees You're Hungry For Her Flesh She's The Mother Of Mercy The Mother Of Night
was a little boy Mother still used to [Incomprehensible] I used to wonder what my mother was doing, have mercy, Lord I stepped out one morning found mother
keyboard figure the rest Cause I impress my own self, and only the man upstairs can judge me Re-tellers open ya mixtape rappers than they hug me I control
for Pac and B.I.G. And three for all the mothers who got graves to dig For all the mothers who got graves to dig For all the mothers who got graves to
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] God hates me, never keep my banger on safety My mother raised me alone, you can't break me My hearts pumpin' the blood of Royce
it in cruise control Trying to get back to where I shoulda been by know Here's to that someone who can't take the pressure Mercy for that poor fu who
accentuated by the brilliant morning light The dolmus duly reappeared My host gave me one crutch and leaning on the other Shook my hand and smiled "Merci, monsieur," I said " De rien " " And merci
the kids all expectorate in a bright yellow way wailing upward at the sky down on the people walking under the bridge "control, control, control, control" in a mercy
? Can you feel the raining force? Melt down all your windows That barricade the doors Mother nature's fury Takes you by the hand Showing all but mercy
straight black ball a rapper Tap a nigga's nerves like them hackers Be goin on the modem, I get the call from the dispatcher Then show them mother f'ers
' still and stiff like a mannequin Bloody Kotex and sweat and start panickin' I'm dissin' rappers like Damon on Living Color You need my help on the stage? I'm not your mother
. Looking back, it's hard to imagine we came from the same parents. I sometimes wondered if we had the same father, but I always dismissed that idea as my mother
, it's hard to imagine we came from the same parents. I sometimes wondered if we had the same father, but I always dismissed that idea as my mother was
left are just bodies to mourn Can you see the lightning? Can you feel the winded source? Pack up your belongings, let chaos take control (take control!) Mother
brain insane Got him on the run nigga' This ain't for B.E.T. mother fuck the industry (foo) why allow my enemy to totally take control of me? I am everything
