too slow Now Sire/Warner Bros. clocks all the dough As the record revolves money's gettin' made A.S.C.A.P. pays me every time it's played I chill in def leathers pure
hit harder than fists The aftermath's wicked Brass gets evicted Can't put your strap back in your waist Another crew shot Cause your barrel's too
like them My boys said, ?That ain't you Ice? That shit sounds like them so I sat back thought up a new track Didn't fantasize kicked the pure facts Motherfuckers
dollar signs I've collected Jealous punks, I said it Personal Take a personal Take it personal, punk, I'm talkin' to you And if they agree with you, then your crew too
lens Look, check out the sales charts My record's kickin', I'm breakin' P.D.'s hearts They banned me from their shows Because they said I'm too hard
gear) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Korean people live down in the hood A little mis-fuckin-understood Orientals were slaves too
analyze And anticipate the moves of the fakes Wonder if the cancers' in too deep, can't sleep Tryin' to diagnose the poison that's increased Injected into a pure
not sure Don't wanna leave your comforts, wanna find a cure We're afraid of who we see in the mirror We wanna let go but it feels too pure Who wants
he eats your head And then you're in the man from Mars You go out at night, eatin' cars You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too Mercurys and Subarus And you
But love it or not love's as mad as they come Oh it's sly and it's wise and it's wonderfully dumb And while some might still say 'No it's pure like one
miracle I have been too long paralyzed when you say Get up, stand up Climb the rope of hope and open up again All the peace you say is promised me Seems too
Paradise waits on the crest of a wave, her angels in flames She has no pain, like a child she is pure, she is not to blame Poised for flight, wings spread
get laid to waste Coca Cola is back in the veins of Saigon And Rambo too, he got a dope pair of Nikes on Godzilla, pure muthafuckin' filler To keep
up, ******* from wheelchairs My heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air I let the **** slide for too many years, too many times Now I'm strapped with a couple of ****, too
love and sometimes you don't do right by her But the way back to her heart lives in that same soul You just have to find it So pure, there through thick
combination But I din't even know where to start I was lost I was beige I was over and under my age Like a video Like a chick Like a dead man moving too
gotta take ya from your man that's my mission If his love is real he got ta handle competition You only knew about 5 months Besides he drinks too much and smokes too
world of ours Escape the sorrow and the pain And fly again Fly, fly precious one Your endless journey has begun Take your gentle happiness Far too beautiful