know her face I feel it, your demon I see the daggers comin' from your eyes And they cut right through me Cut right through me I feel it, your demon
without a trace I can?t try to find her 'cause I don?t know her face I feel it (ohoohwohoh) Your demon (ohoohwohoh) I see the daggers coming from your
her without a trace I can?t try to find her 'cause I don?t know her face I feel it (ohoohwohoh) Your demon (ohoohwohoh) I see the daggers coming from your
in the same situation, same shit Different day, just with different gangstas in your face Which- way do you wanna face when your brains hit pavement
With Most Of Em Its Seemin Like They World Is Staged But From Georgia To Bk And All Around The World Get Your Hands In The Air If Your Avoiding The Cliche
What your name is, Were gunna call you Hot and Bi, I hope your Bi, But in the mean your name is Sharon Slow the flow down so I can what Tell your same
git that Worth while style Underground sound So now your frontin Tryin to fake it Complain ya never make it And pretty soon you're open Butt naked So your
your chest Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole (x4) I break it off like a kit-kat Casue ya cant git that Worth while style Underground sound So now your
the bids Uncle Howie say it?s time for evolution, kids Don?t spill your blood on foreign land Come outside on the block with your gun in your hand You
ghosts of the kids I never had [Chorus] [Kanye West:] No Electro, no metro, a little retro, I perfecto You know the demo, ya boy act wild You ain't
m on some stolen lands The crown jewel in the New World Order plans Get your quarter cam, place your order, man Step up right this way to slaughter, lamb
at your vision? Gothic flippin', rippin', rockin' put with precision What the fuck is up with your rhymin' ass Why the fuck you rhymin' with your hair
: "For real. E'rybody's a star, e'rybody shine ("Shine. Shine. Shine...") Follow your heart and not mankind. ("Kind. Kind. Kind...") For real, for real
your best friend Tyler I know everything, I know everything about you You've been helping yourself this whole time Your friends, they're just figments of your
but I still hear the ghosts of the kids I never had [Chorus] [Kanye West] No Electro, no metro, a little retro, I perfecto you know the demo, ya boy
' up poor don't make you ignant act your age don't act your pigment race to the top don't let your race stop you from revolution open your mouth and bust
I come blow your mic hand off, sorry I touched him Here they come again through customs Mad ways to dead the wax, one way to bust him [Chorus:] If it
fine line playin wit mine the greatest story ever told in rhyme We climax in ninety five wit demo raw raps is knives To skin all ya'll cats alive Take your