the telephone Arrows aim to crack rib cages But your venom's weak in my blood Your poison scabs, coagulated Your hardest try is never enough Decay, your words acidic
but I might fall It ain't my fault breaking my balls' My insides crawl and I clam up I just slam shut, I just can't do it My whole man-hoods, just been
back on I'll throw you off of ten floors, ahh Pull a fuckin' headache outta my head and put it in yours (Take this) I'm indoors waitin' for this acid to seep in my
funky beats Packin' this third eye, pursue a Cyclops They trade in they high tops for nice sized white rocks Words in my right, that pass my left ear
his final words: "I made mistakes. I've been a fool. I tried hard byt never thought that what started so well could end in misery. But my motives were
nothin less then a mature flame velocity's my plane my thought is my train the galaxy's the body sun is the heart and the black hole's the brain heard my
see if my name's in the shout outs I read books, I know the inclono mechanics Psychology, philosophy, peyote and acid I like Jimi Hendrix more than any rap shit And my
think its my name Light skinned and a shame, 'cuz way back in the day They rapped my grandmothers mothers, when they was in Spain To help my grandfather, he be misbehaved But my
under my mattress My conscience is black and it's strange 'Cause I murdered a bitch and the devil just rushin' my time With this 9 in my hand, causin
under my mattress My conscience is black and it's strange Cause I murdered a (edit) bitch, and the Devil just rushin my time With this 9 in my hand causin
up another notch Hip hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother My mind hovers above all you jive suckers Listen, that's word to my mother You
? I wanna turn my page but the words never change Cutting the tree that giving me life Raise the animals and watch them die Sky is giving off acid rain
night Side walking junkie, filled with hazy thoughts, oh yeah Beginning of my snow storm daydream You're a drug hit to my sanity An acid trip to my
no airplay A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love Yeah, I wanna shout it out to my mother[BACKWARDS] [BACKWARDS] around Farmers My [BACKWARDS] Zeus, knowI'msayin? My
gotta wear more hats. new is my beginning and used is my life, few are my winnings, abused is my wife. I chained chances together while hippies do acid
punctured by preposterous ricochet A camouflage of lack of faith: The order of the senseless strikes again! Words were spoken, lies were told My broken bones displayed in acid
and fourths That I sliced my soul into a percentage I know you wouldn't recommend it, so I wrote this letter and never sent it 'cause my pain, is my