to the floor Where I've prayed It's not the same I don't fall one way One day my light laid wait One night a nightfall sang A fictional last few days
, it's a mind game You'll pay, you'll regret this, forget it now, you'll never get it There is no need here now to make you understand A little boy, a
a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us --spoken: "religion! religion! oh, there's a thin line between saturday Night and sunday morning. here
back with a lightning bolt Thunder rolls like a bass drum note The sound of the weather is Heaven's ragtime band We all fell down from the Milky Way
wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist A lot of glamour and glit's but shawty I don't need that My beginnin' was a humble one, a hustler I'ma son of one Taught
and hide But it shouldn't be suicide In a game a fool without the rules Got a hell of a nerve to just criticize Every brother ain't a brother 'Cause a
waste my time, wasn't made to hear you whine Here it comes boy, I tell you A E I OH OO, losers with their fiction A E I OH OO, must be an addiction A
(T. Sly/C. Shiflett/M. Riddle/R. Koff) I couldn't understand why you left me standing here flickering out like a candle in the wind memories are laced
my pistons so jump back, react spit in the boots with precision when I?m cruising with ism? yeah I?m doosing the splif It?s a BNE show bitch getting loose was a
world and turn it right way round Don't let yourself down What is truth or fiction cause I can't deal with the friction A clear mind postive vision
be secluded, I got a brand new horn to be tooted To sum it up in a nutshell, "Eminem will you kick it for me?" So I find myself in a certain ??depligatory?? A
like dogshit A fore fist, so rappers just get off it, I come across with (Pulp fiction) With pulp fiction, yo I'll eat you like a big gulp addiction
it Rewind what you were missin', everytime that you was listenin' to me Glad I made a picture, put a rhyme upon the internet I'll hide behind a picket fence, slice a
would [Chorus] I don't need a crystalball to see it all my dear, it doesn't matter what you say, it always turns out the same way your predictions are fiction
, buk, buk, buk buk, buk Still rockin', what's poppin', you still lookin' shooken We a long way from the day when you overlook Brooklyn It's like lotto Duke the way
ain't nothin' or nobody That I've barred thus far, repertoire full of wicked shit Lay back kick a shit, all the right shit to give a nigga a hit If
Here comes revolution, absolution It's not an illusion, not a fiction Easily overcome Here comes revolution, absolution Trick of the light Or just too much perspective Looks good from a
this, a fome hot, to your dome hot I was a bitch before I drew down, now I got a new sound You found a nigga that you though was a hoe He's probably from