'm lastin' my time here Nigga I'm a be a legend in my own time 'fore a die here You wanna smoke, I'm a note to keep my mind clear And every nigga that
Central computer that control and know the simple weakness of mankind Humanoid living in a structured will walking in a lifeless path Motor with a need
you Try to hide you'll bleed long and die slow Murderers are strong we kill in numbers On a machete attack, a machete attack Taught to kill, to kill and kill again You're cornered like a trapped
In a locked room I kept my child Took it out to be shot in daylight It had my dreams on its chest When it was burried Nameless Faceless Cornered Son
in nothing Back less break And turn the screws of pain Immense burn less time hate kill feed Hate kill less time Man strung trapped Cornering Sweeter
on a dad that I've never known Mama raised me to hold my own But I went against the grain The tracks of a tear, show's the pain Trapped in cage with
wet crack baby, yes. Get back get back boy it's a set back, Clumsy ass niggaz slip and fall into a death trap. Them boys pussy, born without a backbone
get back I open yo' chest And make it look just like a wet cat This is a death trap I'ma a guerilla and I mean it Leave ya' head still in a beanin' Lyin
Metallic wing pigeon Cannibal Ox Birds of the same feather flock together, congested on A majestic street corner, that's a short time goal for most of
always grinding Real life is lost and in a bottle he tries to find it "It's not fair," he mumbles through a nightmare Only in a fight for two years and
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The name of the chain's Mixmaster Spade A sure shot, a body rockin' A c'mon everybody get ready to rock A sure shot, a body rockin' A c'mon everybody
don't get it confused, never My testamony will be death to a phoney MC You wanna impress me show me a key Or I suggest we manifest this a drug deal test
a hijack Delta In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze Full of black rats trapped, plus
the Japs stack scratch with the Vietnamese But I'm finna squeeze, stack cheese they left on a trap A young playa mack, hit the bud', spit a rap It's
Bound to your side I'm trapped in silence Just a possession Is the sex or only violence That feeds your obsession? You send me to a broken state Where
of magic divine A darkened dungeon for the pale I seek A spiritpath for the thirteenth soul The sky is raised from a nightfall dream By the bodies with
Peace to the God, pour out a little liquor 'Shame On A Nigga', I heard the reaper done came to get ya So I done copped a fifth of Vodka and in your