my skates My feeble attempt at being a strong, big brother doing father figure 8's Ripping my cape on the ground that it dragged on Tripping on fate and hearing
into your eyes I'll make you cough up your organs Plus, you'll cringe - when you get pinched with my siringe Then fall asleep and become chow for my flesh
Died with pride, he thought he had a big heart muscle He fought back, but the attack was brutal Futile to his survival and the event that his crew will Seek revenge on
: Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, starts The storm, my vocals float like arts In the mystic state of mind, when I create a rhyme My microphone
transparent, translucient dog my nigga get out my way nigga let money get through here dog you understand say you niggas aint even on my muthafucking resume dog aye my
transparent, translucient dog My nigga get out my way nigga let money get through here dog You understand Say you niggas ain't even on my motherfucking resume dog Aye my
rolling down my face Rolling down my face Falling down my face Tears keep rolling down my face Falling down my face (Ooh oh) Tears keep rolling down my
goes "One should know thyself" Before one can know the world so I showed myself Metaphoric Sun Worship, pullin' me like planet inertias But on the other
I need you] Hey, because of you my little lady named fame People spot me like nerves spot pain Put the S on my chest and inside my veins Before that
-town to Devesio Canadegua, all the way to San Francisco So what you know about the hoodies with the def-one tag on the side We coastin' by while these cats jet-lag on
came right back She would never talk to a lame like that In my ear screamin how you got a name like Crack Crack - similar to Mike Jones Hear my name enough
hispanics [Big Punisher] My heart is cold as ice, so I know I'm sheist, Big Pun was the kid that no one liked, my whole life, is one big roll of the
used to He was on a far tip at one point He used to peel on Volvo to take da flows to Bethal Green Next thing I hear him on da pirate radio scene He
at the crossroad Thugging wid my people and I seen so much evil In the midst I hear you, but I fear no evil Crooked life revealing tick tock racing against my time Against my
we shakin out your tower And demandin our money back, plus reimbursement For parkin and shit, I put my heart in this shit Yo my arteries connect to the
Chip The Ripper] Uh get it girl put it in my... Uh get it girl put it I'm my... Uh get it girl put it in my... Uh get it girl put it in my... [Verse
I don't wanna hear it I'm from South Side [x16, scratching intermixed] Projectiles are fittin, inside of a clip and personally there's no particular name that's written on