to me from this unknown land that no one has seen The beast will arise from the depths of my soul it`s the end of the Heart of gold I sealed the fate
I bend myself so much that I break And I can't mend it? What if I burn so bright that the fire goes out And I can't stay lit? What's the point in it
classic joints, and while you at it Pass the joint, let's push this music past the point Of no return, til they crash and burn, down the ashes Then placed
[Intro: Violent J] The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like
The time has come for the blood To run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each
description green With blue ears sky blue shirt that work by remote controls Burn up billboard charts, deactivating 1975 music, old soul Will never go gold
like a jewel But her price was not gold She cried more than most When her story was told But her people were evil Left her baron and cold And her heart
promises To myself, born to be the b-boy of stealth clashes Who plot a point on the graph for every crab that he harrasses Citizens blitzkrieg nihilistic heart
gold thangs underneath the skirts But the law ain't been broken Wait, I see 3 white cops and one token Oh, so that explains it, no doubt Uncle Tom pointed
, get down I see everybody rockin' the same old style And everyone's sportin' the same profile And all of y'all wearin' the same name brands I hear everybody
I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels Solid gold crown is shinin Solid gold, check it Sun yo Solid gold
death is extras Is usually hollow point flesh presses Until they skin caress stretchers I'm the best to finesse textures My rhyme fabric, is elaborate, scrolls kept in a gold
out along with the cigarettes and the red meats this fate can see in your eyes trying to match manuvers with your mouth open looks liek youre diamonds scratched and hearts
then Hitting straight to the point, I don't smoke joints I only drink and puff blunts, so my niggaz appointed me Malik, the Drunken Dragon, I'll burn
pretty gangsta I'm the co-founder, I know the difference between Pimps and hoe-hounder's I can tell when they ain't learn to lean They gold cups missing stones, turning green I roll up wrist in chrome, burning
, and beyond the skull of my father, the skull of my grandfather, and the skull of my great grandfather, whom I never knew. And so on this line unto the alpha and omega point
will never come Can't exist outside the bottle, you'll crack under pressure No aggression, why they've got to learn, if they don't things won't get any better Listenin' to God burn
