Letras:
Hit Or Miss Seasons Come And Go

that shouldn't even begin And time will tell if the lock is really opened It's do or die I need you playing on my side The cards are down and the bets

The light inside this room gets sucked into the walls But maybe it's all the best for me Kept clean it would feel the same but less me obviously It's

Lay low I'm bound to catch you singing with me And I know how crazy that could be So alone I'll try and build this energy but You know I need you helping

and going, I've got them fighting And they know that I'm knowing and so I keep on writting and writting But they keep on fighting to be the very best I just huff and

it Cause we can and they can't spit (Haawk) And they can't handle it like a man And that's when it just happens And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a

't live, gotta go and get them g*** You know the hammers'll lose your cabbage, them dudes do damage Send Zulu Nation through Reaganomics, we move them package We pushing rain pain, gotta go and

make songs for me, leave the studio And go and fuck the bitch who belongs to makin' songs for you She said I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow, can

me and mines, yours and you Let's move, tell you a little about mine, yo I was born in a season where the world was quiet and cold Celebrations were

that die, or that sickness, and it's the nigga that nigga that One you come see, with that 9 millimeter meter watch them 9 millimeter meat Wikkihdie come, Wikkihtah come, Wikkihtah come