, think first, my ink burst floods and blunder Crown Hi-Tek sound thump pounds of thunder Street hunger, the universal man works wonders Mic and hand breakin' land, rockin' up from down under
they fragile above clouds They act wild and couldn't budge a crowd No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit Clutch they fists, and throw up signs
blossom Always is true You should be cherished Like the first sign of springtime You should be loved You should be loved With constant devotion Heart-pounding passion Flooding
had just started They killed in the name of god Creatures of the under lord Praying with their hands of blood And there was no surrender So long they waited for the secret sign
the spirit was broken The hills were smokin' as the men withdrew We stood on the cliffs Oh, and watched the ships Slowly sinking to their rendezvous They signed
The wisdom of my prophecies you'll find Follow the truth and be careful, are we the last? Hundred years has passed what have we done Inconceivable damage under
eyes darken I? m near Unholy love Your rose of youth torn apart The purple sign Your limbs are trashed by relief Black seed arise The flood comes crawling
a few po' boys trying to get up outta Missouri Took 55 to Louisiana, stopped by the highway to eat They both had crawfish, strictly chicken for me Back out under
in the mirror every morning, and realize how fly I am They wanna know what fuckin label i'm signing to I'm the C.E.O. of Diplomat records I sign myslef
busters being my mansion, chilling inhalin the ganja smoke counting mad cream, weighin tons of coke guarded by thugs and rottweilers I flood the streets
, think first, my ink burst floods and blunder Crown Hi-Tek sound thump pounds of thunder Street hunger, the universal man works wonders Mic and hand breakin land, rockin up from down under
A long line family and friends they signing in My niece singing solo organs and violins (yea) Wife in her black veil hands flooded with diamonds (ha ha ha) Remaining calm under
that 200 million guns Are owned in the U.S. with only 80 million legal owners? Until we do something, guns will continue to flood the streets Along with
(right!), right got tubes in it, irony is fun (yaaay!!), at some point early when drunk on electric kisses, i'd apparently notarized forms excusing scalp slippage (sign
All wack ass rappers we straight riding Go against the Road Warriors and you're dying [Chorus:] Burn the rubber, let no man put us under Through the
'ma give it to you If your nigga ain't faithful, then fuck him too I don't trust to many niggaz, just roll with a few East New York, flooded with Bloods
The runway sends it's love tonight, as my plane lands in the rain The seatbelt fastened sign blinks off, and I am asked to feel the same As I did that
corner's younger I smell feel touch and taste they hunger Next in line to rep these street signs to they blunder Under, wiping tears from his eyes facing