town Oh, it?s my road (x^) And it?s my war (X2) His eyes are open It?s my war (X2) His eyes are open (X2) My Body tells me no! But I won?t quit I
's my road It's my road It's my road It's my road It's my road It's my road And it's my war It's my war It's my war It's my war His eyes are open His
s my road It's my road It's my road It's my road It's my road It's my road And it's my war It's my war It's my war It's my war His eyes are open His
Oh, it?s my road (x^) And it?s my war (X2) His eyes are open It?s my war (X2) His eyes are open (X2) My Body tells me no! But I won?t quit I want
it's my road It's my road It's my road It's my road It's my road It's my road And it's my war It's my war It's my war It's my war His eyes are open
own And the children are hungry And the wheel groans There before a grass hut A young boy stood His mother lay dead His sisters cried for bread And within his young
aint slangin' dope, I slang Luda-vision Hip-Hop's God in these jeans, now that's true religion You couldn't fill my shoes, You couldn't fill my jockey My
party Straight up shockin' your body doin' it Kami Kaze style y'all 'Cause it's victory or death nigga, better stay out the way When my adrenaline pumpin
I let you Shape up your body "Let's be a tree" Visual dynamics for you to see Nature intended the abstract for you and me No rain outside but tears in my
it true My adversaries crumble when we rumble it's a catastrophe I pull revenge on bitch niggaz that blasted me Plus my alias is Makaveli, a loaded
to your scalp Yes my Maybach i swear the bitch a donkey Had to get the long body cause the chauffer didnt want me Mothafucka im ill. Hold me still Greedy, thats why my
my skull that hides behind my hair and skin, I see the selfsame skull of my father, and beyond the skull of my father, the skull of my grandfather, and the skull of my
'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video? If there were no prisons,
And the children are hungry And the wheel groans There before a grass hut A young boy stood His mother lay deadHis sisters cried for bread And within his young
maelstrom With the grinning dr. klaus Uncle creepy and the giant pink hand Feel the wrath of the scorpion Imp of the perverse Dead bodies crawlin"
