Letras:
The Hundred In The Hands Into It

Into it Into it Into it Into it Into it Lost in the midday half-life Sunlight and rain Hiding away from the heat In too deep, my heart turns again Your

black twentys showin' up Its hard for a nigga not to get into they feelings I'm tryin' to show 'em how to get into the millions Trips to Rio'll make 'em get into

top six-fo', Henny in the passenger side Smokin chronic just +Let Me Ride+ You would do it if my name was Dre, second comin motherfucker Throw it up for

was left behind, it was you Beyond the hourglass, and a hundred years have passed, buried in stone My heart still beats outside this Please put the final nail into

into sasquatch! Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks It's horrific! - Nah it's terrific! I got it if you sniff it, go head nigga twist it

body, like an instuctor for yoga or advanced pilates. Your working up a sweat, you like it how I like it? Go ahead go up and down, I like it when you ride it

I Ain't Nick Cannon Nigga Got M-11s Sr-15s And I Plan To Let Niggas Have It Fuck This Rappin, If It Come Down To It Nigga Disrespectin What's Happnin

Epic is the definition written Into grooves of vinyl It's called survival, when I drop the stylish into Friction/tectonic traits drifting like the plates It

there is The rest Is just a dream Always meant to be I can't feel it Like the destiny And fate Written in the stars Inescapable fate It's out of my hands Falling into