a change The point of view of other people's lives And this might not be what you see as a truth But let's try not to stereotype realities All my people
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for a change The point of view of other people's lives And this might not be what you see as a truth But let's try not to stereotype realities All my people
know when I'm going, crazy" [vocal gun sounds and scatting for next 22 seconds] [Royce Da 5'9"] Verbalizin my fiend murder Communicatin while you debatin usin machine squirters Brrap, that trigger's my
this padded room here all the time. cause you see I lost my mind I bust a nut an lost a bolt, now you know my lifes on hold cause all these doctors
accusations fly let your accusations fly hours in an empty room just sitting here scratching the walls not knowing who my friends are who i could even trust at all
back by walls of security, that I just could never see, held people at arms length devoid of human contact Cannot express emotion I try with all my strength
If I died here tonight you know it really wouldn't matter at all If I died here tonight you know it really wouldn't matter at all...matter at all
machine, With the power at my fingertips to realise my dream. Homo-sapiens--the 'master-race,' Nature's pride and joy, Taking all the world will give
who's gonna save the humans? i've been to a million cities and they're all the same: people laugh and talk the same, girls all flirt the same, employees all
out and the wind keeps on crying "won't you get the fuck out" all the white people came with their porsches and pools to elect some celebrity to make all
explode My title is the king of the FM mode See, my volume expands to consume And my structures emote a lyrical heirloom Vacally pulsating, I initiate gyrating Ya must respond to my
my incredible rhymes in the privacy of my own home // My imagination is my own, the liberty to speak freely lyrically on the microphone // With a pen in my
Takin' it from the top? Tippy Oh, my people Sing it daddy How high, high Take my mind Where it never gone before [Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible]
a curve in the road, i dont kno where im goin" Chorus: Royce killin them gun sounds... Verbalizin my fein murder, communicatin while u debatin usin machine squitters, blatt that triggers my
my dick. My lyrics were all I had when I was 15 Beatin on my bedroom wall like it was a drum machine. My lyrics slay MC's and broke they spirits They
Seemingly nice common household products My teenage life as a boy soldier was inscribed in the blood of my parents Now I kill for approval from my commanders Barely remember my