must be strong and be patient! (You must be patient) 'Cause it must be determination, determination. [Krayzie Bone] I'm tryin' to make it to the finish line, (finish line) but I'm cursed
classics Knowin? all that, get your ass in action Cuz now you have access to what?s happenin? [Verse One: Obie Trice] The flows eccentric O is back with a mouth full
just can't stop tonight, 'cuz it's hot tonight I wanna burn it down I know I'm feelin' right an' I'm feelin' like I'm gonna burn it down Ain't nothin
, play the big part Niggas got squid on the grill, selling kids Clarks Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on with the vest pose Yellow suede one matching hat with the gray gun Niggas be rhymin' for nothing
part niggas got squid on the grill, selling kids Clarks Finesse notes, yo, the Guess on with the best pose Yellow swede one matching hat with the grey gun Niggas be rhymin' for nothing
come up with a smoochie Hoochie-coochie, la la la la la I might pull your tongue out your mouth and try to hang ya It's a full moon and the riddles are
the urge to kill As if for real i draw a blank and then i reachin for steel The sharpest razor blades that made my first rate Hands of full believers full
at 'em, I'm going down on Louise And I'm a reek havoc Little man with a big pen I got dirty habits like a nun in a pig pen Like drinking, smoking, cursing
is, a pointless quest it will end, sometime soon, but it is, not a boon. They filled me, with their social b.s., now I feel, less and less. Popularity, biggest curse, there is, nothing
'll steal you blind Don't mess around with those cutthroats and thieves They're robbers and killers of time And there's nothing worse than an old sailors curse
way We do it every day Preachers on the podiums speaking the sayings Prophets on the sidewalk begging for change Old ladies laughing from the fire escape Cursing my name I got a basket full
compulsion divine is all we find in these worlds of deception too fragile, too blind, we wander lost in putrefaction full of repulsion and disgust, lambs
we hide in the shadows Lifeless, we hide from the sun We are the children of the underworld And we are gone We stalk the earth, we are undead By the full moon's curse
lightening which strikes only a few yards from where lays it wait for something... Satan laughs, wings spread to magnificent fullness, the creature stands at full
kid and like everyone did, you worshipped them till the end. Then two albums later came short-haired invaders and Flannel kicked Leather's ass. You cursed
me So blow me bitch, I don't rock for cancer I rock for the cash and the topless dancers Don't have no answers so pass the joint I'm just paid in full
Pop goes the flow of the weasel Strapped with an Ox full of diesel Trapped in the desert with eagles Thoughts of ghetto a capellas in cathedrals Spilling
