comment They live in the past tense What would you say if I?m back? If I?m back again? What would you say if I?m back (?cause I?m back) I wrote an all
for comment They live in the past tense What would you say if I?m back? If I?m back again? What would you say if I?m back (?cause I?m back) I wrote an
I was born wit my fists balled up, I'ma fighter Inspired, a real rhyme writer Get past the past the future looks brighter But, I wanna get it back to
lion and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than me You're the soul of the brother who won't come back Who died in my arms on the
the future Blow like cyclone my second wind Blow like typhoon my second wind Blow like tempest my second Blow like cyclone my second wind Blow like
sub-zero And kept all devil killers like Robert Shapiro The LA brings action packed heat like De Niro I'm ancient in this rap, shit king like a Pharaoh
back the passion flower Give me back the nonconsumer Give me back my lack of reason Give me back my sense of humor Blow like cyclone my second
our shore And how we've never had to fight so hard beforer It's a war to fight and a war to win he said But how do we strike and where to begin? We want
're convincing these dudes with Like I'll give you the blueprint for pimpin' my music I say that like K-Lash, he's another lion Every hardship from gettin
to process Nonetheless I wasn't under stress I just rested in confess, sharpen my talents to sore beyond the best Fell asleep it felt like something
these dudes with, Like I'll give you the blueprint for pimping my music,.. I say that like K'Lash, he's another lion, Every hardship from getting scarred
William Burk:] Take your plan back to the drawing board, sharpen your sword Give your soul back to the church, son, give it back to the lord Take your
rhymes will knock you back to the future Ya fast to claud ass, but ya too yella cut deep Rhymin so booty, you start to look like a butt cheek So I pull
past and work for the future And don't be a slave to no computer Cause the children of Man inherit the land And the future of the world is in your hands
generate to process Nonetheless I wasn't under stress I just rested in confess, sharpen my talents to sore beyond the best Fell asleep it felt like something
, crush bones cause this is my house And I'm prejudice give Mark Clayman like whiteys down south [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Aiyyo, I'm hungry like 3 lions
Hot intensity Mentioned previously Back issues, my black tissue Bathes my essence in sinew Relinquish all belts and championship titles Proper and broken English recitals Panic when the black lion wants to fight
Burk:] Take your plan back to the drawing board, sharpen your sword Give your soul back to the church, son, give it back to the lord Take your plan back
