[U-God] Yo, Inspectah Deck track break your back Yo A message of a wreckage 50 shell hot track leaking out the Lexus Eyes hot, Cyclops, cyborg boulders
's only light in the air By the time you get this message By the time you get this message By the time you get this message By the time you get this
and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x] Now here's a message
's supposed to be yo'z Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine Dodgin the (tech 4x N9ne 4x) Now here's a message Libedate may Chocolatate
's supposed to be yours Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine Dodgin the (Tech 4x N9ne 4x) Now here's a message Liberace may Chocolatate
show flows And poke hoes That's suppose to be yours Seeing my haters In the dark alley Tormented by mine Dodging the tech n9ne Now here's the message
There is a war raging on Between the right and wrong And we have encountered the darkness But as each night moves along We face another dawn To reach
Send a message Send me a message tonight Send a message In my dreams you are never out of sight Send a message Let me stand in your light, just send me a message In my dark
and good night gentlemen keep those cards Letters coming and please don't Call again. geronimo and little nancy marilyn and john f. dancing uncle took the message
tempting tomorrow to be today Tiptoing the fine line between everything and everything else I am simply Saturn swirling sevenths through sooth The sole living air of air
The dark silouette of the creature poised, crouched on the corner of a cliffs edge waits eagerly, eyes glare patiently. Red eyes filled with fire and
Keep providin', pride and Sustenance and guidance Mass Hysteria fools breaking down the barrier Militant cliques big up the area Put your fist in the air
There, There There It'll be all right, It's just a dream A bad dream baby Now when mother dreams her dark and handsome stranger Good daughter brings her messages
I'm creepin' through the fall Runnin' like a team, well, see, I might have slayed y'all So for now pack the gun and hold it in the air 'Cause MC Ren
So now I'm creepin' through the fall Runnin' like a team, well, see, I might have slayed y'all So for now pack the gun and hold it in the air 'Cause
the screen My servants attend me with tricks of the senses The past and the future and similar tenses and on platters of air they convey me my measure
And vanish into thin air So all you scary bitches better beware For six petals of the Lotus Pod, prepare For the coming of the creatures in dark with
Through my painful darkness Was a blinding vision of your eternal smile? Make it stop Make this pounding in my head stop Fill my lungs with air, give