Letras:
Figure Four In The Face Of Death

this worldly power Taker of lives I won't be controlled by this world I won't be controlled By this worldly power In the face of death I will hold close

goons stick niggaz Turn soldiers to stick figures, hand on triggers Real life, born killers, we roll out like four-wheelers God shill us, from back-stabbers

it, just ain't got that LOUD Gold tooth shine like TA-DOW! Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow By now you figure, he talkin bout

in a head-on collision. He died instantly. I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral. My agony was so great I just couldn't come face to face

can't be amazed And we some home-made bombs finna blow right up in your face Look at the way you look at me I see it on your face All your hate emanates

y'all niggas better try to grab what's left of your chest. Niggas be talkin' and then they get caught up in shit. Now meet them faces of death. We never

runnin across they faces Temporarily trade places I define hip-hop and transcend it Take linear time and bend it The figures flyin, forever told niggas

ain't got that loud, gold tooth shine like ta-dow Biggie Small's the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that

dick, start writin' your own shit 'Cause I stick figures, they think they fat and can't rap wind blast I make 'em Slim Fast, lookin' like stick figures