Letras:
Funeral A Matter Of Time

of the eve. Turning the nighttime into day. They'll never be as strong as we can be, so long as we can change the game. I have a secret no one knows about

no more I am the gatekeeper, and you are mine for evermore [Chorus:] Come greet the reaper You know the time is nigh This is the day of reckoning, your time

in the cut Is this a jack or a kidnap? Since I'm never ever slippin I fully strapped I grab my gat out the glove Now, do these fools got a problem with

You know the block was ill as a youngster Every night it was like a, cop would get killed body found in the dumpster For real a hustler, purchased my

the block was ill as a youngster Every night it was like a, (cop) would get killed body found in the dumpster For real a hustler, purchased my Range,

through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swag you would kill for Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder Jumped in a wishing

through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swag you would kill for Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder Jumped in a wishing

diseased [Beat changes and several movie samples are playing] It's just a matter of time, before I get to take the topman down It's just a babylon crime

don't go first class Send my body home on a freight train So everyone can see me when I pass And don't worry none about no fancy funeral It don't matter