on the wall like, other brothers ball like they hit Seein' shots split a motherfuckers head like lettuce Run a nigger best bet is for another duck in gage I'm in a motherfucking rage Mask
buried, dreams best left to sleep suffer the absence of beauty to know years beaten down, passions unknown the bitterest ashes are the souls unwept tears walls
on 'em! {BRING IT BACk! } I'm air gasoline! (uh!) - I'll put the torch on 'em! They gon' keep wavin' the bull until these... [scratches] {LET'S GO! } [
, animals and drinks They flew out Fleeds a lots of man ? Climb upon the wall like Peter Parker Meeter of the creed of darker regions Darker seasons These
up and go another round Lock it up and show another town, break it up and roll another pound Change it up and go another route, flip and make a whole
you know? What did you care? Another token tantrum to cover up the fear. What did you know? What did you care? Another institution, another cross to
Wit 357 Slugs On Shift So Imma Show Where These Slugs Gone Fit Where The Fuck They Gone Fit? In There Arterys I Never Understood Why These Demons And
To unhinge a thousand sins From Death's dark vale "Blessed be these spells of winter Unto us that wait with patience in This secret garden To storm our way into another
candy when Aesop Rock the B light he's actin foolish left in the middle of laying bricks (oh we weren't building nothing but a great wall around these
little bit off of course It'll find you, re-invent everthing that you scored Life writer, thrown from the cast Catapaulted over that wall in which they constantly try to mask
not me nigga) Nigga get high, sacrificin' brain cells and lungs Still catch me at the mall with my foot on the wall Window shoppin', like "This'll look good on my wall
I need another quarter before the catalogue I could dumb down and rap for bitches and alcohol But I'm too loud and too proud to tap dance for these crackers
Based God King of rap, I can bet my money on that Can't face the facts that a young guy kill this shit Give me another shot and I'm a come with my mask
I thrill for the kill Smoke me a ? Never runnin' from the mill boy I'm runnin' the field It's the eternal Lord feel cemeteries revealed Prophecies prophetcized stuff bein' fulfilled And to another
mirror gon notice back Mirror mirror on the wall, who the realest of them all That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all Mirror mirror on the wall
Another lesson has been learned, Amist these modern times, Strangers in the mist appear, Now there's war, all the time, Systematically go and destroy,
now we locked in a pattern. Of these socio-cultural and these racial walls. Till you know the culture is calling on you to break the walls [Chorus:] Please, break down the walls
driveway soaking wet, hope nobody heard me I'm out that muthafucka with about 4 pounds of that Shamrock Zip lock, body bag, toe tag, wet T-shirt, black mask