My senses are torn from reality of all the loved ones dead around me, a baptism in glass, now I want to fucking know What is divine, show me a sign,
Manifest Destiny Will Be The Death Of Me Long Nights Always Run Down But I can finally breathe Saved my life, you saved my life, our lives together we
away from me Jealousy is Hell Its heat against your face From your insides you suffer As you forever burn where you stand and where you lay (inside second
As your head is split open with our fists we will tap-dance in your blood as our black shoes become red shoes as the justice has just begun I hope you
Abide by this ordinance Of Mediocracy Blood will spill either road One last breath one last day Blood will spill either road Before we go our separate
could use a few weights So they said I took too long And don't look too strong Well how long would you take Waitin's got me here in the first place Another second maybe second
jazz musicians Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues Oh, I think they like me, in my white tee You can't ice me, we here for life, B On my second
love you, oh, I still love you Only slightly, only slightly less Than I used to, my love I was delayed, I was waylaid An emergency stop, I saw the last ten seconds of life
Second album nigga, real L.O.X Blaze We run the streets, yall know who to bet (C'mon) Fuck yall niggas (Let's go) Couldn't live the life I live Why'
me that pussy too I be doin this shit on a regular basis Got bitches everywhere in all kind of places I can pull out my little black phone book Flip every last
second was rumoured was to be able to move throughout space and time. And the first... [Jean Grae] Fasten your seatbelts for the last of the three assassins
*police radio* (humming) (U-God) Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats and
What, what? (This goes out to the general public) Yo, you over there Styles? Yeah dog (Anybody sleepin' on us) Second album nigga, two guns up nigga Real
What is a juggalo? Let me think for a second, well Oh, he gets butt-naked And then he walks through the streets Winking at the freaks With a two-liter
feel like death is fucking callin' me But naw you wouldn't understand I swear to God it feel like death is fucking callin' me Ayo hit wit' at least ten
can so you contract close casket, with the eight by ten sittin on top of the coffin never again fuck with made men Your last breath, the kiss of death
tough So I fucked you and fucked you and shot my hollow in you Watched you polished the chrome while I was drinkin' an cold brew Freak you got life all
