and at the bruise (?) spots i'm on ya train insane to hit paddy wagons and rooftops you heard of me burgundy and outlines like murder scenes germaneeds (?) and ferns and
to him Simple as serve and volley to him Niggahz like "Hov why dont you get at ol' boy" Why kill a puppet and leave Cheppetto alive (from pinocio) Why
He could buy her some time and she could make it out alive Turn the suit around and got prepared for the stand off Space mind had blew one of the hands
get our kicks Yeah... Like ta' keep in simple y'all In everything we do Got our own kind of laid back livin' If you don't mind Thank you We love the
but a hobby to him Simple as serve and volley to him Niggahz like "Hov why dont you get at ol' boy" Why kill a puppet and leave Cheppetto alive (from
him Simple as serve and volley to him Niggahz like "Hov why dont you get at ol' boy" Why kill a puppet and leave Cheppetto alive (from pinocio) Why not
the breaks and then I swerved And almost wrecked the car right into a curb But then I said: no, Jack and then I bounced right back On to the highway and
spoken from the God comes alive And giving it you will need it Exercise good teaching prophesy In the last days Open your mind and focus your eyes And
let's go [Hook: Hell Razah] This rap game want me "Buried Alive" (Yea) This rap game want me "Buried Alive" (Yea) This rap game want me "Buried Alive
With or without the mic when my mind gets phonetic The mouth gets kinetically energetic, its simple as your alphabetics My words you mark and never mock
a advance and catch chance writer's block After spendin the first and last penny My own worst enemy Tell me if I'm OD and usual flow And made deals with
my man Nason and Nathan Forsaken, wrote the code for realization For fascination, and fabrication, the work of Satan Blatant, contempt of mind, I was
Cusswords, just don't quit Motherfuck you damn shithead bitch It's Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't stop and it don't stop, and it won't stop, beeatch