can't breathe! Is that you standing there? It's not your heart. As it begins to beat. Come quick! the waters up to my neck, and I can barely breathe
oppression and play the role of criminals To rape and burn show progress is minimal White hoods and militants you know it's such a pity Living, breathing
Andy What will we do to become famous and dandy Just like Amos and Andy We're born believing we're greater than circumstance Infinitely stronger than chance as our first breath
skills is makin' progress Plus I'm wearin' ice religously so I tell 'em god bless Niggaz comin' out soft, like maple car stressed And I'm (Breathing)
the progress stops and pauses spits and sputters like the basement faucets and it's obvious he's lost in his regrets, you can smell it on his breath
since I quenched the silence. sure to erupt eyes-lids Till they're queasy from the degree of the tilt of A trapeze performer that's proven succession in The progression
sleeping around (man these broads aint shit)/ They come to me only for money Don't give em a nickel They show me the colors My nigga, my brother was
does it gets me tazy The color of her head changing every day A little breath of wind and I just go crazy The greening of americas progressing smoothly
This ain?t a story ?bout race, color or creed It?s a story ?bout hate, envy and greed Talk about ambitions but don?t want us to progress Ya talk about
Color me misery Color me beautiful Shake the hand of repetition slow Serenade me with a love song (bullshit) Tragedy of emotion barely breathing Yes,
say it Los' I let these niggas live, I told 'em pull the plug Have goons pullin' gloves, leave the room full of slugs Catch me traffickin' on maroon colored
gon' spray and take me away But I'm the true living, legend I'm not to be questioned Have your whole hood holler shit about my progression [Verse 4:
gon spray, and take me away But I'm the true living, legend, I'm not to be questioned Have your whole hood holler shit about my progression [T.I.] You
they gon' spray and take me away But I'm the true living, legend I'm not to be questioned Have your whole hood holler shit about my progression [Verse
to be sleeping around (man these broads aint shit) They come to me only for money Don't give em a nickel They show me the colors My nigga, my brother
the probability of lightning striking three times in the same place, but I make haste Cause I'm destined for great things like the fetus of Jesus With wisdom I confuse the color
feat. Majid) This ain't a story 'bout race, color or creed It's a story 'bout hate, envy and greed Talk about ambitions but don't want us to progress
