Its easy to be bitter Now that your out of this frame With all these unclear different choices. Like enemies we cause ourselves so much pain. Have
: Its easy to be bitter Now that your out of this frame With all these unclear different choices. Like enemies we cause ourselves so much pain. Have
're all on the tip to get a sip Of this poetic performer that's fully equipped [ ROUND 1: MC Taste ] Y'all played yourselves right in front of the mic Moved your
yours. [Bizzy Bone : over lapping with chorus] " bust them all down, y'all near the end when i bust them all down (x2) y'all near the end" [Chorus
Adam his wife? Produce the vegetation Separate the day from the night? Create the land and the sea and man in your own image If not, then I want all
The truth is that you ugly, not on the outside But in the inside on the outside you frontin you lovely The discovery of these things and all are well
old lies Tryin hard not to show all that pain inside Saw the clouds turnin black like an angel died Preacher said you a curse if you don't pay your ties
BD, up in ya zone, BD, BD, BD, breakin' ya bones But no matter what, I never break into ya home 'Cuz your house is not a home, if you don't got chrome
not touch him [THUY] He is my enemy It's he turns you from me [KIM] Don't touch my boy [THUY] Erase him from your life Even your memory [KIM]
know how to spell your name but cannot be bothered to write it down. why am i so ashamed of where i am from? i sit up all night watching infomercials
my own two If I fall, I land on my own two a soldier And it been like that Pac and Yak See us now and they could see all that Who really care? Fuck
done It seems so never-ending, I'm tired of compromising you Your praise is condescending, who ends up sacrificing all I put in all this effort, I put in all
time to wonder ...over to...no...[black/that] corner...in [time?judge?angel?] what's your name what's your name what's your name what's your game, boy
gave us a tour. They escorted us through the back. And when they escorted us through the back, we got to see how, you know, there all these people workin all
I might be seeing rockets light up the night sky Right outside the window of my living room And if they do you can say good night and bye bye to them iTunes If
If I was your pal, I'd respect all criticism that was honest But I'm not 'cause you're probably an MC in the closet Subconsciously copyin' everything from
no more peace My man, Sto-Bo, kid hold your own In a cell locked down not far from home And at the same time on the outside I'm representing Still packin
