cake rock Gimme the key, run up in your spot Like, you on your belly, gimme the key What is it gonne be, what it is gonne see When your blutter don't
dependence on pessimism, now Is he is, or is he ain't The most distinctive speaker seeping through your sleepy speakers Yes he is, oh, yes indeed So distinguished
better tighten up on your back stroke Trying to fuck around with Z-Ro in the game It's not all about running your mouth all the time It's all about stacking your
a drifter I exit through my state of greater elevation, unifying grains through the force of the imagination, you dig what I'm saying? But I see your
Assata. We share the same Blood, Assata, yeah. Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful... May God bless your Soul. Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful... May God bless your
(feat. Through The Speakers) The moonlight rays are my only weekness And when I see your face I am weakend I know that when your here girl I feel the
the skeletons to meet up Ain't no colour paint gonna cover the stains But if the oxygen escapes it'll smother the flames No introduction doesn't speak
ink poisoning takes effect And it gets smudged 'cause I budge before letting paint set I get judged by the ones who have shelter and rain checks While I trudge through
escape. As the volume knob spun, my speakers distorted and I started to scream. But that wasn't the last of it. I walked into the house and I painted
quarter of weed it's getting hot in here, baby leave on your clothes much more to living life than emulating them hoes I try to speak truth in the form
quarter of weed It's getting hot in here, baby leave on your clothes Much more to living life than emulating them hoes I try to speak truth in the form
Thermate in the Twin Towers Those living through the wars, Ask me what I do this for, Put the world in its place before it put you in yours, Chorus: (
women's guts I hit your skins, and I'm jerking off on your intestines I fuck you in your ass bitch, now your colon is swollen When I go bowling', to achieve
be God I must, I must be God I touched your lips but now I just paint Surface reflection all I desired babe I am melancholy, flower cutting through
bout to blow! " Unless you a bitch, we don't care if you bout do that Move back, youngster, the glock on speak Chew up your vest and turn your chest