the lives that you've put down Pulled by steeds of fire With your bloodthirsty desire Waging war on all who cross your path God forbid your bloody wrath They
flow, you know that it's me, I flow to this beat As easy as goin' to the store and holdin' receipts And foldin' 'em neat, I'm focused as focused can
as red as blood And all they have caught, they won't return The sky reflects, from superstition they burn When will they ever learn... They never return
God I can fly Lethal weapon I'ma savage Still a method to my madness BLAST niggaz laugh call em care cabbage Read em and weep, put em to sleep they
this cell to that cell, as the world turns) As the world keeps turnin round and round It's gon' be goin round as the world turns.. and steady turnin [Young Noble] As
but don't understand it, they underhanded God gave me these commandments, the world is scandalous Blast til they holy high; baptize they evil minds Wise
time somethin' is done For our young kids They growin' opus (??) That ain't the way to live Tell me why Days go past and as they pa*s Time move quicker
as there's fiends on these Cali streets Even on the other side brothers die, but ride ni**az get high off a slow form of suicide Hide the closest thoughts, the war
Pressures and three strikes, I hope they don't test us They pull the heater ammunition it cranks, psssh Move without a sound, as we slide down, pistols in place They
to you They maliciously monopolize the mass Niggas sleep rap and fuck they surprise you last when you sell them your soul they supply you cash But you
wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars Elizabeth, paragon of vice Watches the sun set pyres alight As Bane and Tyranny, Her Dobermans sleep
when Cassius Clay flipped the script Taking trips to Zimbabwe Africans started calling the God Ali Bumbaye (so bwoy) It be the God stricken, God nutrition
Adolescent martyrs in malls? bombs While the lords of war parted their arms Concentration broken by the sound of fight jets barking at God Gat shooters they
good looking and mistooken You could watch it instead From the comfort of your burning beds ?Or you can sleep through the static Who needs sleep
When are we gonna stand up as people Realise that as people we're all equal We don't want no world war sequel For the love of god think of the people
freezing up sick of these ducks on my hiatus Poking out their chest like they tall as sky scrapers But they small as a shanty in a African village Soft as
I believe, we always survive.. but why? [Nas] To my dogs.. wherever you are Whattup Big? You know shit is rough after you slid You in God's hands
