Letras:
Death Out Of Touch

push this so called force that inspires their call To be extreme so it seems is a mental crutch To cover up for those that are completely out of touch

: Grinding on his teeth as he heads out west With a pistol on his hip And a bullet in his chest The sun cracks its whip Sweat drips stings his eyes Reality

bad thought And head for the door Outside on the pavement The dark makes no noise I can feel the sweat on my lips Leaking into my mouth I'm heading out

dem won't accept Jr.Gong and Swizz beat, fassy don't forget Well, is it just me or is it hot to death It's the Halfway Tree C.D. and cassette D.J. race

take your fucking mask off, bitch empty out the cah draw We on a suicide mission, but we dont give fuck Cause if we make it out, bigger house bigger truck

, just talkin out the side of they neck How many gangsters you know, ain't scared of death That's why I, ride with tecs, soon as I pull 'em out breathe

Let me catch you in Los Angeles without a pass Everybody in New York know that you a fag Come out the closet show the world how to use a pad Speakin death

rider (ride) Niggaz ain't killers So they hidin' Why? Fuck em' all, touch em' all That's the way that we do it Ride up, hop the fuck out watch that

outta touch, shit Ain't flashed a smile in a long while An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs My attitude got me walking solo Ride out alone