that's our ass This ain't the past that we live in we're not forgiven It's death at the hands of the lands we've been given [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] A
mics are left infected Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes My technique alone
has sought shelter in a ditch. Greylag, a stern admiral sort of gander and his wife Dot are looking for their wayward flock. Ugly asks the flighty pair for directions
the floor Got real close and we started dancin? I said, ?I can?t believe this, you?re so amazing And I didn?t think I stood a chance and Here we are
on me You lookin' for direction, girl, I feel your vision on me Just don't let him see you sweatin', we ain't 'sposed to be involved Knowin' when we
can?t we see our fortunancy Living as legends have lived Bane and dismannered We coax all the time Knowing that nothing is left when we die Come along Fool A direct hit
way And when you turn on the evening news Mass confusion is the only thing you see Well there's no question that we need a new direction Cause we
[Fullmoon] Sitting on a corner all alone, Staring from the bottom of his soul, Watching the night come in from the window It'll all collapse tonight
ceiling In plastic bags next to the cocaine and Bruce Lee key rings You MC's are still teething, intriguing Before the battle pleading, after that your heads are
me You looking for direction girl I feel your vision on me Just don't let him see you sweatin we ain't 'sposed to be involved Knowin when we get it off
is not revolved around how revolving I'm the Shaka Zulu and she's my fantasie, but deep down inside we know that we can never be any more than what we are
things that we ever knew Memories of this life coming back to you O we rocked deep inside of a shallow grave Eyes closed forever in our final resting place Will we
that's proud to be the Syndicate connection Respect mandatory, up is the direction I stand alone, one man that's true But you, my crew, you're on my side We
you're out You gotta know what you're talkin' about Drop science every chance you get Hit direct and indirect, speak in code Cause you're never alone
the last.. STOP! [Run] See them on the corner, scheamin a scam Makin plans beat the man that'll put him in ?amb's? Cut for the loot to group, hit a
it's so hard, but you'll never know how long we'll continue with our loved ones down this rugged road. The path veers and it's clear that we must steer alone
mouth. "Apparently local officials have turned the Kottonmouth Kommitte case over to the Federal Bureau of Investigations. The elusive Orange County rappers, under the direction of Pimp Daddy X are