my only mail And I'm the God sippin' syrup out the Holy Grail Oh well And you ain't on shit, nigga you ain't on shit Its Young Mula baby lose ya mind
your little pot shots some dudes dissed me and temporarily got hot Ia??m getting my head right recollected Ya??all looking for some website resurrection being that I got too much to lose
around and get shot in the lip You stop with the quick and never make another move Even your mother lose, I hurt up your pops to pay your brother dues
the blues cat I got tired of motherfuckers, taking a nigga for granted All I got is my mind, I can't lose that I'ma use that, even though a nigga mind
hata, low like snake beat a snitch to beat the cakes its straight laugh at your wake, ur outta shape to take the H u been losing the race couldnt keep
My mind is razor sharp And I'm wild-cat-mean I'd like to shred your face A danger to you When I feel the urge Deep down inside I lose my human touch
My mind is razor-sharp And I?m wild-cat-mean I?d like to shred your face A danger to you When I feel the urge Deep down inside I lose my human touch I
hustle 'Cause three strikes will get you life for stuffin' cracks in a duffel Upstate behind steel gates, intact in the scuffle Razor blades stuck on the side of pencils, hacked to your
next step What's what? Whos who? Paranoid as usual Gripping on my deuce deuce Either way a lose lose All I need is one mic Razor blades, gun fights Grew
your eyes Push yourself inside Contemplate all of your senses Tell them what you want to lose They'll just spit in your face Push you back in your place
dick though Sick though, when I hitchya with the wicked rhyme Stickin' it in your mind, rewind the Flatline Unload, explode, here's the new episode Paranoia
the bathroom While I waiting for the fluorescent lights To flicker on I thought I saw in the dark... Something was up and I couldn't tell what But my mind
Shining brightly red rimmed and Red lined with the time Infused with the choice of the mind On ice skates scraping chunks From the bells Cut mouth bleeding razors
the valves are broke A psychotic grasp upon my throat I wanna hang the rope! Death you feel is your friend As it calls from the black unknown Voices hounding at your mind
a cue from seven days I bet you never listen Burning holes in all your clothes Razor blade suitcase All the tricks of the trade Favorite ways you can lose
back up You in your baggy ass jeans with your baggy ass lip You 'bout to lose all your shit with the butt of my fist You better use your mind fast and bring your
vision to the black night sky Losing focus and I don't know why Empty bottle and a razor blade No use cleaning up the mess I made Suicide Save your
100 bricks, watch Lil' Boosie runnin' shit We dick hoes down for hours while you run at them niggas comin' quick We flip these hoes like dominoes, niggas betta hide your hoes We snatch your