seeds growing up seven to six Fuck a benz wit tints I got the razor prints Yall rappers love idols there it is I'm convinced Burn my contract, mental
is covered in a blanket On a sunday porch Thinking on the weekends She would party in the city She doesn't have a flame She'd prefer to burn out Like
a cloud of dust On the road to another town Once upon a time I loved this house Now I'm thinkin' 'bout burnin' it down And I'll be long gone when the fire burns
shining light. I walk through the sunshiny factory where dresses and shirts are both clean; A brother and sister are singing at work as they watch all the wheels; No smudge clouds
suspended in a fungus, which hung with the head downward into the deep. By degrees we beheld the infinite abyss, fiery as the smoke of a burning city;
that take up so much, take up so much space One million hours from the city, lights never burn Your mind flies with the vast and solemn company of clouds
give yuh di good karma Nah choke yah, fire fi di cigarette smoker It a joke cau di sensi a burn we float yah Higher than di clouds we deh bout yah Babylon
) {"Big boys"} [David Banner:] I got them Ones with the Gucci on the side, don't trip It's the same as the seats off in my ride, raw hide School or die
in the park And the city stopped, as I held you in my arms We could hear the sound of sirens all around us And the scent of burning oil was in the
Cause I keep it under wraps like christmas toys. No witnesses No mistresses This the present and I'm a show you wut gifted is mayne. Keep it real no other youngins as hot as
tree above the city in the rain cloud i poked a hole and watched it drain out parallel to the city streets our broken crowns beneath our feet but as we
then fuck it, I'm Derek Fissccher shit Long as I'm on the starting five I'ma get it in Cause I promised the city of Compton I would get it in I was outcasted
case Niggas tryin' to fell see me now they wanna hate Fly another plane in different city, nother state My cash change the forecast, as a team was half
world Reassurance rests in the sea And i just dont need to hear im failing all the time To hear im falling short again We will watch as this city burns
them, Who accept authority that kills them, Work for the corporation making napalm, Workers watch the burning children on T.V. As they eat their meat
ordinary day, I knew that autumn was on its way, I could see by the gilt of the clouds, the burnish on the bay, A ring of effusia settled on the city