these whores 1 watch, 2 chains, like a 3 degrees breeze, I'm the one air, like the 23's on my sneakers And theres a lot of big critics every time the
my life has gone to hell and all I got is this lousy t-shirt. I preach to the converted and flip burgers for a living. kill kill kill, no more
you see him? I tell them I'm right here He still won't come out he's rivaled with fear Examined by the critics, and put on this dis list I won't be jaded though
I mention, Critical dimensions, yes I rest with my Hyna in the shiny sun, Gotta blunt, I'm tryin' to find me one, Life dream, thirteen be me number
kill we're coming chill We've comin' in how we will Gone to tell the whole world what's the deal And I say know no critical boarder 'cuz We do what
thoughts explode through your barrier Rips the retina Who can withstand the astonishin' punishin' stings to the sternum? Shocked in the hip-hop livestock Seekin' for a serum to cure 'em Adults kill
those who seek peace as dreamers, But isn't our whole culture built on past dreams? It is essential that our dreams become a reality Or there will cease
dead" The FBI harassed you Phil They smeared you with their lies Says he, "But they could never kill What they could not compromise I never compromised" "Though fashion's changed and critics
start a group, so no one else gets the respect they deserve cuz of you (Bastard was good though) what you think i recorded for? to have a bunch of critics
I can't feel pity or compassion... I don't need to prove my views I don't care about critics, I don't care about critics I live and follow one's destiny
It's time to die mothafucka (Repeat 2x) [Mr. Shadow] Late night I got you tossin and turnin your soul is burning At first you thought it was a dream
-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off Say, "Okay, I have had enough, what else can you show me?" And if my thought dreams could be seen
to say something the whole room would quite down Just to hear my last words, tears balled down my facial Why fear anything? It's now to late to I'm dreaming
me What's up homey loc, step and you get smoked I have a dream like martin luther king That one day, yo, I can do away With the pitiful, and the critical
heartless Regardless of the charges Claims to be the hardest individual Critical thoughts, criminal minded Blinded by illusion, findin' it confusin' Duel of the iron mic's (The master, he must be dreaming
that, nah, yo, yo I come from the housin tenement buildings Unlimited killings, menaces marked for death Better known as the projects where junkies and rock heads dwell Though
harassed you phil They smeared you with their lies Says he "but they could never kill What they could not compromise I never compromised" "though fashion's changed and critics