like a cigarette burning down the side. While the days one by one all passing by. And the time is slowly winding down. I am here. I've been waiting for too long. Time
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the hood's spoke person knife to the neck got your throat squirting, hopefully you dead on a rival, close curtains yeah, i'ma be in the rear, faded, ? like i was dead
lay'em down, Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurres to me What a long, strange trip it's been. What
(Chorus) The Silence Isn't Over Until the Flesh has crept and taked No time to hesitate, anticipation Much to be done And it don't matter where ya come
glad it's installed in me from day one Believe in something because most of my homies believe in nothing And paying for it, God bless your souls, I'll
beam But I fiend for the future at my finger tips One of the minor technicalities of my head trips You Better Work The Barea Soul terror, been told
, I forgot where they was from In 'em, she was saying how she made brothers cum I start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affected How many dead folks
rap Dead or Alive, I'm still Born to Mack Always on the pop charts, straight rapping I'm not dead, I'm just macking So as the word turns, I'm a living soul
hump n' ya back, uhh And get on this soul train So don't miss that train, baby Don't miss that train Like I said, pimpin' ain't dead These girls aren
, bro, [Incomprehensible] try to dispatch Always got the good badge, take it to the head Got me wasted like Jerry from the Grateful Dead Don't trip,
Trip doors kicked all around me There is no escaping I slowly suffocate I'm breathing poisoned air The living dead are outside feasting On your souls
t go on, it's time to drop a few bombs Get busy, G, go on and take 'em to school Yeah, it's time spread the jewels I ask you about Malcolm and you tell
guns, I got guns for toys Silencers bring the heat without bringing the noise Bringing the funk of dead bodies, go ahead bring in your boys You'll see the soul
a nigga bones, but never be stones and sticks I ain't the shit bitch, I'm the motherfucking commode And fuck everybody that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my soul
that I call 'em, back from the essence Who the fuck want more lessons? It's over Know what I'm sayin'? it's over The dead bury the dead, it's over Your
