Don?t you ever go away cause I?ll die if you weren?t close to me She?s more precious than the money or the cabbage And she loves me for me...and you know
us for we know not what we do Ain't nuttin here, ain't nuttin you gotta say to that Now what you gonna do about it? What you gonna do about it man? {*
'm bustin' your head black You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown You believe that nigga I love to get it on You half steppin', I got
you doin'? Let me give you an intro My name's the Abstract, now let me give you some info Got the diamond in the back, and the sunroof shit That makes
goodbye to Son & Daughter, The Future; a dying matter ... Want to live? The choice not yours, You've become prisoners of war, Apocalypse is now at hand
in hand with the Prophet Danny, you took us to that fat man Harry, Tyler props for the golden introduction We're coming from the town of the unknown Jacksonville
found out Beyond the shadow of a doubt And know the final holocaust The lives of millions are all lost Deadly mist brings condemnation Choking air reaps degradation A final breath, you
light do you believe in the power and glory the end is soon to pass and hell may now surround us and hell deceives the cast the door awaits you calling
blind, prophets revealed, declares answers that he can = never know. Faith completes eyes are now sealed, all explained man's existence = controlled. From man's mind born a god, figurehead bestowed. Now
done lost your faith yes I hate when you hate yes I love when you love but I'll put a hole in you leave you laying in a puddle of blood {MC Mack of
to listen to your kids and feed your kids You need to love your kids and provide for your kids You need to make them know you would die for your kids
bitter pill. Did you just swallow down? All we live for is now or never (All we live for) All we live for is now or never (Now or never) Live with
bustin' your head black You believe i'm comin' strong, you believe i'm all grown You believe, that nigga, i love to get it on You half steppin' I got
hand with the prophet Danny you took us to that fat man Harry, Tyler props for the golden introduction We're coming from the town of the unknown Jacksonville
to Son and Daughter, The Future; a dying matter... Want to live? The choice not yours, You've become prisoners of war, Apocalypse is now at hand... Inflicting
Listen my children and you shall hear The sound of your own steps The sound of your hereafter Memory awaits and turns to greet you Draping its banner
it's insanity What are you now, genius or fool You can't believe it Self denial You can't believe it... Open your eyes Can't you see they are trying
