Laulunsanoja:
The Source Bringing Out The Dead

up to you. You gotta be determined to bring this vision into your life bro'! If God has put something on your heart, it's up to you to take the faith and bring

Yeah, hit the floor nigga Take you outdoor, darkness frightens you even more I'm here to enlighten you with the hardcore Bring it raw, like the red, dead meat, in your plate (Bring

at yo dame Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook Fifty fear no man, warrior, swinging swords like Conan Picture me, pen in hand writing lines knowing the source

last And you might whoop some ass If you lost, then you lost Shake hands like a man and you swallowed it When the Unsigned Hype column in The Source was like The only source

out, the ol's put the black out Niggaz be frontin', we take the back rob Now stay with that style, original, wanna act wild? City puttin' cartracks out

I speak out - my voicebox peak out at a hundred watts who wanna cipher, I get dumb word to my mother, the Father, the Holy Ghost and Rev Run when the Source

scared them as children They call me show stopper No opera singer has hit the exact pitch, I spit my flow out of Taught directly by the source of all

stop Check this out She slid up my whip like the Queen of New York We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk Sourced up my keys to the valet cat

dead homies, fuck a rap career I'd give anything in the world to bring back my nigga Tez Seem like we was jus' in magic city yesterday If I could bring