The wind blows hot dust into eyes, clogs nostrils with human soot Hell smells just like this? of death and sulfur burning The new wind silences the
So three hundred and sixty five days I study and write, I bloody the mic and will continue to learn, From the best in the world until the night I burn
, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers And hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin' jealous Track the trailers in chrome black Cateras Two hundred
it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno Niggaz poppin', welcome to our casino, 'cause you and me know Hundred percent like a C note Lookin' for a bitch that's half black
the furlow Commando, styles thorough, solo inferno It burns slow, thermonuclear degrees Heads are underseas down to the youngest seeds Wannabes clone, they light like summer breeze Hundred
black magic world white collar I gotta get out, out of California New World Order, New world order I gotta get out, out of California New world order, new world
cold blooded, vultures Cold flooded, on streets, we control hundreds I drink coladas, but some of my niggaz roll blunted Ya man froze when I drove up, I symbolize death
on the track, I fin to clap on the back And it's been stackin' to that Been a hundred years before iceberg ever lean back in the 'lac Before they told Rosa, black
concerning the real world is carefully controlled, Why else would fiction have such licence? We are allowed to see endless theatrical deaths, But when
life our passion'd flower Cling to cunts & cocks of despair We got our final vision by clap Columbus' groin got filled w/ green death (I touched her thigh & death
't the top pick, you must be suckin' a black dick And if it takes the death of me to make history The whole world will remember my misery I know what
and heat the hole 'cause the world is cold I put the joint in his hand so he used to the piece Told him white man's justice is a black man's grief You
doomed As i'm bleeding My life is draining away In a world now embraced by darkness Evil's beginning to rise Soon the world will come to an end and
they stole A whole nation built upon the labor of black folk He's gonna pay for his crimes to humanity The ultimate creator of the world's insanity And
back out your raps Burn like, the human torch, lookin for collapse It's the intricate, syndicate, thoughts travel infinite Thunderous, movin hundreds
Heeyo drama We bout to burn the muthafucking streets up with this shit Breakfast club I want to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room This aint
guides He'll make the world a slave to his hellish might Reaching out for you life The world is prepared to die Death will fall from the sky And the
t the top pick, You must be suckin a black dick And if it takes the death of me, To make history The whole world will remember my misery I know what
