of what's in your mind if I were blind I think I would find it just doesn't matter the world is ripped apart by the fools some of us have no heart hate
Käännös: Steel Prophet. Hate?.
flames to the attic The stains on ya fabric, the paint in the graphic Canibus and G Rap, bangin a classic And if that beef on the street - hate you enough
't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, I hit 'em up Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle
prophet of W.D. Feraud To a trauma, dropped our mommas off in Bahamas and Barbados Tobago's, separated us from slave boats Made our own brothers hate
top like champagne Stay claim, thirty thirty cop a kid, in Ro' Range It's all real, ain't nuthin sugar about the steel will Amuse we toke twos and sip
didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, We hit 'em up Peep how we do it Keep it real Its penitentary steel This ain't
fitty, throwin' limes in the Remy There's so many fraud, how could you call that real? I supply fire that'll forge the steel Can't ignore the real
props Goin' all the way and with my powerful team Conquering the world and I'ma rise like cream All out, putting heads to bed 'Cause I'm a grown man and I hate
ending quest I battle with the demon, he cheats me with his test I have played the fool stuck pins into my eyes My rage of hate attacked me haunts
my eyes, Hatred drives, my muted cries The tables turn you are now the victim You scream for mercy but your just ignored I burn with hate as my flames
for life-long sins I've built To avoid the fires of hell, eternal penance be my guilt Sadistic Aryan fascist Your mind is closed with hate Burn in
know what this transposes in reverse And if an evil word appears it's not intentional Record our political leaders And study their subliminal hates
what they said Soon I learned you all had hearts of black you beat And robbed and raped me laughed behind my back I thought the world mad I hated life
to drop that Crip Hop shit [Chorus - Tray Deee] We gets payed to steal, gang bang for real Slang thangs at will, known to blaze the steel Niggas ain
G? The Gusto is comin' home with me I bring the pain like a slice to your vein, fuck your fame Platinum and gold plate don't hold no weight I be that prophetic
