Lazarus wasn?t grateful for his second wind For another chance, watch his chances fade Like the dawn and leave I can barely tell you Just how pale I get
't be place between none Even in darkness, I already ate this diction It's so bold you could smell that funk with a cold It's unbelieveable, bare a resemblance
And 6 million rappers be sharin the same three But me takin the time to be creative with mine Touch your soul till I see it in your face when I rhyme
He cut and tried to foot it, now how should I put it I stood at full posture and swatted him down the staircase Bare knuckles to bare face, all punches
's no more cars You go out at night and eat up bars Where the people meet Face to face, dance cheek to cheek One to one, man to man Dance toe to toe,
through the thickening smoke Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder She stirs from dreams, barely
lot of dick And spreadin' they ass cheeks to get the hits Dr. Dooom is in the room Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat Dr.
goin? She giggles like a fool ADELLA She barely sticks a toe in Down at the tidal pool ARISTA It?s more than just a phase Face it, she?s just not herself
loud, I still here his angry voice screaming at the crowd, Then someone said there's Jesus, I scarce believed my eyes, A man so badly beaten, He barely
-day... MONTRESOR So that is Usher's idea of a doctor! That wretched mountebank can't help them. I confront madness face to face! And
lace and beaded gowns, I have set my hair a hundred ways, My face I paint it up and powder it down. This body bares a telling tale, They pinch my cheek
A question mark's on a question mark And insecurities connect my parts I thought You are me and I am You So I talk to myself 'til my face turns blue
anxious but calm retort to a mirror that frames your face baring the finest swell when the day begins to break like the tears that run across your cheek
beats And 6 million rappers be sharin the same three But me takin the time to be creative with mine Touch your soul till I see it in your face when I
cut and tried to foot it, now how should I put it I stood at full posture and swatted him down the staircase Bare knuckles to bare face, all punches
the phoney cheek kisses the well wishes and face dismisses they keep calling us generation x, y and z hell we're almost out of the whole alphabet and we've barely