joke? I'm you Don't you wish I won't dismiss your treachery I bet you be, leaving upon a stretcher g [opio] I'm coming tighter, your rhymes are oreida
Breaking down your inferior while you listen to your superior Some niggas know me as Oh No But in reverse in ya in the middle, I'm on ya ho So slow your
shit, they crazy They don't, paint pictures, they just, trace me You know what? Soon they forget where they plucked they whole style from, they try to reverse
the tapedeck That was a part of my life that I'll never forget It went... [Chorus x2] The soundtrack still runs through my head I gotta keep every single step
ones Watching this man, falling off of his plan- Underachievin' just so he can understand. (Crazy reverse speech.) [Hook] So, who did your tattoos? That's nice And who built your
can't grab at what's really not there So stop at the door Turn around in your place and listen There's a pulse in your wrist Connect your feet to the
stars recline Jedi Mind, outer space, coincide and combine [Jus Allah]: Raw poems, bury your body in catacombs Rip your soul from your limbs Like brims
connected But not in categories cuz that's the devil's story symbols of cannibalism ruin your vision and thoughts formulate in your mind with no precision
your orofice To the torturous who who have tortured us with your audible lies I get you open with the hopes that I can open your eyes When I rise to the
strange Armageaddon, the end of your life on whatever's in his range Never mind the notion of savin the lives of your friends Your sister, your cousins, your
a dead man, you'll get your head took Sacrifice for the Lotus Pod, for Blaze a crook And if any punks wanna step up and test your luck You find yourself
?re just a stereotype) Sometimes the worst is best Pick it up and beat the rest Dig deep to find every scrap Tragedy can make you laugh Sign up and sell your soul
But you don't got the handle I drop the French, cause Serch grilled your mantle Face intense, you're sellin your soul just for the action of soul in the
't fly straight in the pen playin foul and third rate Take a step back and meet your maker See play your Maytag statistic on paper Philosophy not of a
witch to give the man A taste of precious death (old man) Hear your breathing (old man) Feel your hurt (old man) See you're bleeding (old man) Stop your
, they crazy They don't, paint pictures, they just, trace me You know what? Soon they forget where they plucked they whole style from, they try to reverse