Swimming in the main stream is such a lame dream No method to the madness Beat my head against the wall Tension builds up so quickly My judgement becomes affected And without my
ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a seismograph And a noise is bred, picked up and transmitted through Royce's head Trapped
, I'ma anybody killa, fo rilla, head blood head muthafuccin Gorilla Suicide on my flow, itz tha automatic wife fo my rag iz tha flag, hangin from tha
wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my
worms ping-pong ministry to ministry Hell's bells every which way the the wind blows So I bang my head against any wall you can build, go. Another
ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a sismograph And a noise is bred, picked up and transmitted through Royce's head (AAHHH
trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a sismograph And a noise is bred, picked up and transmitted through Royce's head (AAHHH) Trapped
Broad', now, wait til the last location Where somebody last is seen and heard of More black vans, black hoodies, black Timbs With black gorillas in the
s all about survival nigga West Coast, California's own Black Wall Street, D.P.G.C You niggaz know what it is Compton and Long Beach back together again
