the believers parents and teachers watched the hallways contract and twist. so i turned to the radio not a sound on the am it comes and it goes up and
some heart It took some time for the heart to come But it's here, and everybody's in fear Crashin' through the door of that whore Bringin' a end to this gold
a fuck about you nigga's in the rap game Flashy nigga's get stuck up beat the fuck up when you come around Keep your chain tucked from this zero, zero
x] You hunched and blinded mutants Living in chat rooms You masturbate on the sheets Your mothers clean for you You have lined my pockets Overflowed with gold
went platinum too Man you know I'm a stunt' All these other rappers, look.. *NEW CASH MONEYYYYYYY* I'm sick of it, niggaz illliterate and I need me seven zeroes
gold The eyes that can see the hands that hold We are all you've heard A whisper to scream every word You are everything Eternal, perpetual, unending I am
Trippin' on the heart of the bad machine Rippin' thru the shreds of a lame-o scene Layin' out the rules whatcha gonna do two zero zero zero baby comin
New York, hey honey, get the generator I'm in a doom, doom generation, pacin', ancient electric secret never sleepin' to miss the AM oasis my name is
some heart It took some time for the heart to come But it's HERE, and everybody's in fear Crashin through the door of that WHORE Bringin a end to this gold
the chain tucked from this zero zero's affiliated fucka Like a studio lyricist, I'm real with this, talk the talk walk the walk Dis me on Wax and I am
wait backstage, and stand plenty And your limo is a Hyundai Excel drop top, on gold twenties, You must fi think seh that I am a sufferer, me mind inna
I'm modifying the weather from behind a weather shield Writing with a feathered quill, gettin' more ill I hope I am not alone, that would be terrible If I am
should see I'm balling out of control I just got a deal with Cotsh for six zeros And I had to be heavenly baby and niggas was hoes They wasn't playin the game Hot Gold
Thanksgiving!) White boy on the beat, how surreal is that? (GOD) I mean, for reallies, the illest, I hate to kill the cat (YEAH) But I am curious, and
out my low My Lincoln truck on hold, my wardrobe bout explode A brand new episode, called NWO Wreckshop so throwed, by the year 2 triple O Spending six zero
the back with Queen Nefretiti Yo J, push it to the full nine and let's move.. zoom! [Brother J] Day two-dark-zero-zero and it circles degree Brother
and gold The eyes that see The hands that hold We are all you heard A whisper to scream every word You are everything Eternal, perpetual, and ending I am
