been read, Can you see, I believe in a place called hell, yes I do, Under the sky I cry for you, Under the sky I crawl, Under the sky I die for you,
in clubs in fine linen (Preach on) Hopping in them, ill whips with chrome spinning Malice was true to the game for 9 innings We love sinning but now I answer
against the grain, I always been the rebel dawg, Kickin' ass and takin names, on a whole 'nother level dawg, Grown since a teenager, mobile phones and Sky
love The first time we walked under that starry sky There was a moment when everything was clear And I didn't need to ask or even wonder why Because each question is answered
' and juckin' and jivin' I was so ashamed They gave the dirty apparently appropriate name I wrote about a revolution and sung from the soul Spoke with my spirit and mind my ambition was blind Answering
thinking, wasn't looking, wasn't searching for an answer In the moonlight When I saw your face Saw you looking at me, saw you peaking out from under
down And done his like I done mines Hit it off first time around And been solid as the foundation under the house This some, shit for us to brag about We answered
Could ever provide Proof to quench my mind And now I wonder Whose sky I'm under Is there a Heaven Waiting for me when I die? No one right answers Spirit
you in the front row trying to diss, you make it part of the show the right fist will make you part of the flow no question i'm the answer for this,
ball today, it's all a masquerade Shorty, paint her face like a clown but can't take away the frown Found under the make up I asked her, "What's your passion?", answered
ashes, caught in the law Atoms scatter, brain lashes, to the core question Still no answers, moves of the phantom, handsome Midnight silence surround us, eye in the sky
, there is no Art Club Walkin around, talkin to myself But you're only crazy if you answer back and the chances of that are high enough to scrape the sky
is too many pearls of wisdom under grandpa's old hat Is it just too old fashioned or it just too antique? Is the question too strong or is the answer
Yeah baby, that's right, you know how we do it One time, X, where you at my nigga? Fiyaah I spread the hate, like Taliban records and tapes Shoot five times to the sky
You try to get over You're gonna go under You try to get over You're gonna go under Literally it's 3030 I don't got time To be wasting time on you Slow
