in my braids, my hair wasn't waves Being fly was priority to the lowest I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way The dead society
this That's right bitch, I'm a ignant son of a bitch And I do click quick, it might be halves and zones To break a nigga bones, but never be stones and
with dead eyes their souls been torment Look at the old man throwing up his body organs Smell a odor in the air cause of dead corpses Just keep walking
[killah priest] The prophecies of a poor man end on a train Take his last breath Slumps over drops his last bit of change A mother pacing by her window
Lord is my shepherd I steppeth in the name of my father to pharoahs and fiends Feed independence, I be the black stone in a column My Mac-11 scope the
falsley accused that they just shot and you can still be the judge boo I die for my 354 niggas, with the young stoned niggas Lox are my heart, cold
' with me I know your type, you a ride dick nigga Cry sick nigga, lied quick nigga Out of turn speakin', first one leakin' Always the Suzuki side kick nigga Bitches don't cast stones
sign Flex one of us and I'm a find you Bullet rips through your chest and hits the bitch behind you Killed two birds with one stone You're laying in
their end and disappeared There's an evil darkness droppin down, flowin, coming near Like the approach of a Halocaust Bringin the final end, trying to
that fit inside milis You know the dili Born God I'm on a different flex at night Yo everything's crisp Like pourin' guiness down the end of a chaulis
comes home Deep in the heart of darkness Sparks a dream of light Surrounded by hopelessness He finds the will to fight There's no surrender, always remember It doesn't end
else and I do too It's just crazy bein' here with you Like a bad motorcycle with the devil in the seat Goin' ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
this tiny stone illuminated by a star far gone only star so large, many more to make our largest star show small furthermore the end is not the end no
Even though I speak to many with a hit song tone Even though I'm famous and I'm givin' chicks long dong Man I feel like a copper top just a sick stone
repent - violent remedy Feel the world come to end Violent remedy ! Mass confusion Dying are the people that lost their soul Dying for the people of minds of stone
no one will take the fall Where do we go from here? And what did you do with the directions? Promise me no dead end streets And I'll guarantee we'll
of life in your heart, in your heart A stick, a stone, the end of the road The rest of a stump, a lonesome road A sliver of glass, a life, the sun A knife, a death, the end
, you April 2029, the final time The end, my friend, is not near The hour in fact is quite here When the moon becomes red To guide the raising dead