I'm thinking of a plan, hope it works out right At least get us through the night Holding onto your hand, I'll hold on tight As tight as I can You hold
I won't accept defeat. I'm moving to the beat of a different rhythm and you're so slow. (you're so slow, you're so slow) and ask yourself: is the ground
m a go all night Til death do we party, with the music I die Die die die Til death do we party, with the music I die Die die die Til death do we party
out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon) Took home "Life after Death" and they studied
I'm mute to the feeling We started by giving each other interesting notes sober case (sober case) Seduce a dream back to the surface Clarify my empty elephant of some beautiful death
Woke up the other mornin', I heard a rumor They said the gang wars was over I told 'em they was bullshittin', they said it's real as hell Can't explain
ill, they didn't come to play Bust a right turn, parked and then we got left Hid in the the bushes, shot the gas tank to fake death But would this really
new beginning Others crieda?¦some were grinning And when I got to America, I say it blew my mind And when I got to America, I say it blew my mind In Central Park
steal ya bling, bling You died for ya mom and pop, don't sweat it I got the next bitch rockin' ya birthday present News at 11, Scarface and Doc From Bricks to South Park
over the world and never let go Just regular cats you know, that just happened to blow Not synonymous with Hollis Jay, Darryl and Joe Ayo we made it so that others
like the first man ever touched space Or the dot on the dice when a nigga roll Ace (Damn!) Winning team legacy, I rep to the death of me And just for
the Prada Faggots probably towed my truck you know how my luck Hoped in bleedin' to death turned left Thought of Jasmine and how she went out to the death
knocked you out Maybe back in ninety-nine, but not in 2000 Anybody wanna do it like the old school? Hella niggaz at the park with no shootin' Sunday afternoon, at the park
cry now I know, cry now I know I'll be damned if I let a **** lay his hands on me I'll lay his **** out and park a grand dam on him The city where the
teachers, and jackin' off in front of my counselors Class clown freshman, dressed like Les Nessman Fuck the next lesson, I'll past the test guessin' And all the other
and the hunted Explode into rock 'n' roll bands Their faced off against each other out in the street Down in jungle land In the parking lot, the visionaries
And always, unorthodox, I hold my pistol sideways We kill crews, hearts go numb And if retaliation comes then yo, fuck it, it just comes Yo, who you? I'm Dr. Death
, that's uh, I think they're called Blue Death Just one of ten, ten bands that are playing down here at Gutfest this year I think some of the other bands
