Overhead like ravens dropping down like bombs Through the morning's silver frosted glow God says nothing back but I told you so I told you so God bless
Aiiyo I talk a lot of shit, I can back it all the fuck up Get along, let's all hold hands and sing the song So I'll talk a lot of shit, hey, I can back
[Joe Budden - Verse 1:] I broke down a while ago finally picking up the pieces Memoirs of how the undefeated Can feel depleted I dont talk to God as a
[Esham talking] Bitch ass niggaz don't wanna respect Got em in check No more Mr. nice guy, yo no more Mr. nice guy [Esham] My aggravation for this murder
head out Pull your fuckin eyes out, just to get the red out If you be a nigga or a white boy honkey I get funky, hip hop junkie Serial killa, frosted
) One bottle of the bluest inks your iris ever saw (close to insanity) One child prodigy with a vision in his core (close to insanity) (yeah, yo) I'm frost
for life Translate do the damn till the day I die Its a cold world baby and im already frost bit So save your breath I play death when you talk shit
round the room in that way I once had and I saw that they wanted belief So I said "All I've got are my guts and my God" then I paused,"and the Annabelle
is weirdly lit, And the careless feel of a bit of steel burns like a red-hot spit; When the mercury is a frozen ball, and the frost-fiend stalks to kill
you a chance to leave You'll only understand when you bleed There's no talking to you Just shoving a fork in you Who the fuck you talking to? Im pure
offered you a chance to leave You'll only understand when you bleed There's no talking to you Just shoving a fork in you Who the fuck you talking to?
frost list get in the mix now we up in Creestal puffing green or see in vegas mac him to a cheerleader yo from the oakland raiders yo frost begin check
you don't know Like a certain generation in a proud and headstrong nation who expects God to dance whenever she plays the fife And if you want to talk
Joe Budden I broke down a while ago Finally picking up the pieces Memoirs I had are undefeated I feel depleted I don?t talk to God as a matter of fact
Chorus 2X: Ali] Nigga chill (chill) calm down (calm down) Watch your words (watch your words) don't let your mouth get ahead of ya You really talkin wreckless
goes We be ready to go, the chronic already rolled Swing through O'Fallon sounds Knocking out of control Like a boom boom boom, who is it? It's Jackie Frost
[Z-Ro talking] Z-Ro, the motherfucking Mo City don Sending this out to Ron fuck you Like my nigga mafiosos, you feel me Fuck all of y'all man, it go down
popped, ya click ran, you fucking with powerful men Come value your business, it ain't all gravy You pussy niggas, you'se the Avon lady, fuck you [Chorus: U-God