I can't ignore, anymore, the stories that I hear not when genocide is named civil war to keep us in the clear we say we're pure, insist we're good and
symbols I keep it simple, don't wanna offend you Cause niggaz don't understand what they ain't in to (Misunderstandin, is still a form of understandin) But y'all niggaz don't hear
bother ask why, a just de lifestyle we lead Whoa, a pure pretty gal we want You shoulda know by de style weh you hear a chant Whoa, a pure pretty gal
I say Waging the war inside my head [IV. The Test That Stumped Them All] Standing in the darkness Waiting for the light The smell of pure adrenaline
except dan You're where I wanna get to and If you can, help me out a little Id love to man Get his hand up out the middle of these thoughts of pure poetry Simple
of that The boy lacks artistry but still he tries hard to be an entertainer, but instead he's a waste of my time and your time so I'll kick the pure
Mr. Sawed Off Leathaface And I dedicate this shit to all them motherfuckas who used to be down Wanna be down, but can't never be down And that's simple
seem to be the rage So let's all sing a song of six pence Another white boy kickin pure nonsense He's a pitiful individual From whom I didn't hear anything
I'm here It's what you want Dreaming Only to save me Hear you Strong what you say Feeling sorrow and pain now For your silence Sadness They get you vile
say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-three when I used to rock my Pumas Rap, narcotic psychotic so hear
I used to rock my Pumas Rap, narcotic psychotic so hear the sentencin One out of ten, I'm passin the mic next time I'll get WICKED Heard the man who
pure pretty gal we need No bother ask why, a just de lifestyle we lead Whoa, a pure pretty gal we want You shoulda know by de style weh you hear a chant
America I can't ignore, anymore, the stories that I hear not when genocide is named civil war to keep us in the clear we say we're pure, insist we're
infinity symbols I keep it simple, don't wanna offend you Cause niggaz don't understand what they ain't in to (Misunderstandin, is still a form of understandin) But y'all niggaz don't hear
Give me the simple things in life There's nothing I want more Than keeping my heart pure Every part of me's now real I live, I breathe, I feel My mind