dead my brain my brain(chorus) I'm not responsible for half the things I do Like killing my whole family and my neighbors dog, too my brain my brain
, fighting in the lightning I know im out my mind girl, but you know you like it, so hop up on my cosmic highway so we can ride it Short are you going my
than Tony Parker This is family nigga don't ever cross my brother Like Big Worm, niggas rather cross their mother Mention names in my family tree This
Glanced at my neck and didn't see no chain Be saying "That's nasty", wouldn't give me no brain Ya'll surprised F-A-B-O's sane In my rolla life, I done
: You may point with the crooked cane You conspire on my broken brain And playwright fate will have his way We're all actors in this play We're all
November breeze. This frost, it stabs my skin, and grays the branches of these trees. My breath is a ghost as it wafts out of my aching lungs. You leave my
should send his one begotten son to lead the wild into the ways of the man Follow me; eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh [Chorus: Makaveli] Come with
I made myself Poverty raised me thinking ain't no help I pray for my health my mind and my family too State of myself my grind and my family crew
- grow on trees Criminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes So niggaz whisper when they mention Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my
God said he should send his one begotten son to lead the wild into the ways of the man Follow me; eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh Chorus: Makaveli
here! Makaveli, the new breed -- and I remember what my pops told me The new word, follow me -- remember what my pops told me My family tree, consists
I've opened up my mind so you can step inside you could expect to find a scenic rhyme Pointyhead pizzeria perfect penetration mezcal cuts off my brain communication belligerence, lost of my
ton of lead you're trying to figure out the last thing I said I'm a redwood, I love to be a tree, yes I'm a druid my words are flowing out like a fluid
flip when I kick it trippin' it So I can check s--- not in a daily style but once in every while so I can file check file check the files of my brain (brain
E-40, Rappin 4-Tay, Spice-1) Weeble-lations!! [E-40] Weeble-lations testin, testin. Testin, testin, hey, turn my mic up, this a bitch, I got my dudes
up like Shyne, that's on my niece I'm B.I.G. like Diddy, damn it, I'm wit' it Khaled we did it, Biggie in my city Please no fitted, f**k it, I'm too
here before inside the pouring rain With the world turning circles running 'round my brain I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign But it's my
