comes something, Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out, new pad, crinkle it up, and throw that shit out, I'm fizzling now, thought I had figured it out, Ball's in my
got paper gotta have it, under my damn bed and Im flippin red, If I get caught with ki's I goin fed, but that aint on my mind now Im not thinkin about
it's play dirty or die by the hand that's holding all the guns Plunged, deep into religion was my first decision To save me and my daughter's lives But
want it when I want it Why would I wanna wait I push the envelope There's no seal on my fate Dreams don't have deadlines It's never to late Even a broken
handle my mic check I enlarge to full capcacity drasticallly fast It has to be my well manicured dastardly pure blast Will sniffle and lift, level and shift, earthplates Speeded up birthrate repetitive let it live then let it
philly, seal it up Everybody get fucked up with me [Verse 2] Life's a real bitch sometimes (*coughing*) oh shit! (*coughing*) wait Okay I got it (*coughing*) I got it, I got it
'Cause when it's on it's like Electra, boy I know you wanna go home but we ain't gone let 'cha, boy And if my money ain't right you better stretch it
the cop car Then start telling the cops Who's selling the rocks And who the niggas on the block are I put's it down I know they like the way my shit
the ghetto It's like you Check it out (verse 1) My life has been like gun blast every night Stop the car, searched down with a flashlight "where's the gun? where's
Has gotten out of hand, it's more than I can stand Ooh, girl, this I swear And it hurts, yes, it hurts Baby, as I face my calendar I mark red X's off
our minds The red from my head, telling me it's time just to go to bed We just lose our minds I'm losing my mind, this is what it said All I know is
it, shit All I know is I'm about to hit the wall If I have to see another one of mom's alcholic fits This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it I
up, on you like that Once again Chamber Music, what what, yeah, what the deal? It's Xzibit Get on the ground, get on the ground Hands on the back of
[Talking] Yeah... It's that real this time around Immortal Technique... Revolutionary Vol. 2 It's on now mother fucker.. Lock and load! [Verse 1] This
crease in my clothes chain on my neck, rocks up on my wrist dirt up in my piss, gotta partna named Chris movin keys, lemme chop em down in my safe I gotta
drop you to your knees for these Big cd's, you heard it through the grapevine Killer beez Chorus: rhyme recca Everything is everything, reality I keep my mind on
bound to rap into the break of dawn so they can hear and know it's on If the flow is strong I'm smart If you're stupid it's not art Marks are made so