Gotta bet your reputations on it I don't ever wanna die alone Headlines, deadlines Gotta shoot the news Gonna make the news I just came from boredom
him the truth. [Mama Morton] - The truth? [Roxie Hart] - Yeah. [Mama Morton] That's the one we take you to the death house. [Roxie Hart] Holy mother
Backstreet runnin' Through the constantinople Tokyo's callin' The rats have broken loose Sixteen shots The guns have taken fire Gotta keep a runnin' The
Running past the burning cars Everyone is crazy Crying of a new born child Whose mother has been crushed Suffocating clouds of smoke Over smoldering remains
(Demigodz rep to the death), so sucka step to the left, im eatin all my older goals, reading holy scrolls, like im reading yesterdays news, on the funny
[Termanology:] I see myself as the holy resurrection of Pun If I ain't that then you name one Rapper that's lyrical slash Latin political passed rappin