in your ass, the rest twat in ya bag, dag, hop in a cab play you for what you gon' play yourself ain't nobody gon' pay you like you pay yourself and my
and you don't want a part of If I was you, then I would do what I have to But you ain't me, you hesitated so I clapped you Then stepped off casually,
stare, five stories down Basketball courts, shot up playgrounds And I witnessed the murders and police shake-downs Yo, the hustlas and hoes, drugs and
of life Just like all the rest I look inside and dig it out 'Cause there's no points for second best There's a raging fire in my heart tonight Growing higher and
the wilderness, a creature void of form "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm" And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
pass this way again, you can rest assured I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting
toast to all we love the best. We will sleep through all the lectures, And cheat on the exams, And we'll pass, and be forgotten with the rest. Oh, soon
in yesteryear My misery, my bane and my envy personified I will take everything from you I will replicate an assembled heart Forged from your collective agony And
I've waited for this moment to thrust my fingers deep inside Now you will sing the song of the deceased The ones whose souls will never rest in peace
their hopes They?ve discarded their dreams Limitations and almost marshal law And robots with badges and quick draw Just lights and glitter and garbage underneath And the raging oppressed with razor
't like you, I'll snatch you outta your mic booth While you're rappin and pull your right through the window and fight you I'll take you straight to the
up Once for my cock, twice for my block, I got it locked like handcuffs Pacer got a razor, get you and your man cut Swing a blow you can't duck Throw
are you? You've opened the door before I've rung the bell Who are you? I won't tell Are you the Rebel of Love? Your soul shines You give love such respect
my everyday self and composure Catch you when you open then I bring you to a closure Put ice on a razor and freeze ya when ya shelter I went for ya grill but you
and Talk about me, is pure blasphemy I leave the alligators to the players, and I rhyme sharper then a Rikers Island razor, and You under pressure, like you
hoodied up and fatigues Part time minor leagues receive third degrees Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull back Then guard you, and bust through like
ve got your attention, look you dead in the eyes If you're gonna make a move, better be quick 'Cause the last mother fucker stuttered and got clipped I stick and
? You're right behind him What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh? [The fuck you talkin to?] Talkin to you man! Talkin to you what? [You ain