I was chillin n da hood should I say da Trap Niggas lookin 4 da work n know exactly where im at Posted up im chillin stackin 2 da ceillin Tryna figure
12:32, just in time before we go Race cars fast but cool yeah, they walk slow Blood from your nose better believe it'll get ya messy Yeah. I tell no lie
[Supernatural] I call it like I see it on stage like Supernatural Internationally known [Verse One] I have, travelled the planet and touched many foreign
So call the neighbor kids, the trash can lids, with buckets on their heads, cause i'm telling you, we're gonna need a little help tonight so hey man,
I sleep until there is no light I'm wide awake all through the night Diner may suck but I'll take a bite I do whatever I can My muscles stiffen through
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in all this time I wait for you I staple down my heart won't somebody please undo this dream I'll believe you when the lights come on and the army starts
We've got a file on you We've got a file on you We've got a file on you We've got a on you We've got a file on you We've got a file on you We've got
There's no time to stay, 'cuz, it's all figured out There's no time to look another way 'Cuz, if you want to know, it's all figured out Thoughts inside
..and stuck into categories we never made defined in ways we never imagined shaped by the words we meant not to say made into something we never were
======= If the thought processes of an individual can be permanently limited to the point of strict conformity to an outside source of thought, the said
[Freddie Foxxx] Yeah, uh-huh, you ready? It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, we tear this mothafucker down! Welcome to the underground where hardcore niggas are
Crossing some creek or small river somewhere in north, northwest boder of germany, something like that. uhm, yeah, I think it's _____ there something
File me away In your heart someday You just be you I'll be me, okay
You're tearing me apart Crushing me inside You used to lift me up Now you get me down If I Was to walk away From you my love Could I laugh again ? If
Progress is methodic, meaning step by step Too much, too long, too many minds have slept As the world grows gray, throw away mass produce What are we
Reflecting on what's been Though past will be future When again yesterday to be made For me, hazy times fume all around Burning grass in a field of endless
Come touch me like Ia??m an ordinary man have a look in my eyes, underneath my skin there is violence got a gun in its hand, ready to make sense of anyone