[Verse 1]
I'm the eye of a violent storm, darkest cloud on a funnel mission
With slugs that travel through barrels with tunnel vision (WHOA!)
Clips to extensive spit to offensive
From the chi love don't live here any more rent to expensive
Push weight in a sentence 'til I'm knocked awaiting my sentence
Am I god's personal weapon of mass destruction or Satan's apprentice?
Nice but I'm hating repentance
Coca cola killer twist your shit leave a prize under every cap
No blatant ???
Look let the drama come, I'm bent on havoc
The crown don't move whoever intends on grabbing it
Is fighting of full blown aids with Flintstone tablets
Whether niggaz feel me or not regardless style heartless foul
Spit in front of the hardest crowds
If they start booing I'm sticking fans Artest style
Recognize bitch the darkest cloud
Motherfuckers I'm back!
[Chorus: x2]
Guess whose back in this bitch again full turn
Yep your worst fears confirmed
You betta learn
The crown don't move, wait your turn
What else can I siiizzzay
V to the iiiizzzaaa!! (Scratched Jigga)
[Verse 2]
Long range shitting
I'm an asshole with a built in sniper lense
Your top ten rappers top ten got no type of wins
I've been nasty since birth
Fuck a jersey the hall of fame retired a couple of my shitty dippers then
The truth since my umbilical was chopped from my navel
Darkest cloud didn't go pop but I'm stable
Never been dropped from a label
I gage my career to a fat bitch at a buffet and brought a lot to the table
The games lets die verse so fuck peace until I left my curse
And rookies claiming they the best since big death died worst
Bitch please you've yet to spit shit that could fuck with a left eye verse
(That's Real Talk)
I'm sonning as long as the one in the sky hung
They say the good die young
Mostly over bullshit and women that's high strung
But them same bitch's is throwing me pussy like they running up's for the siyun
Huh!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I hold it down for my niggaz that's spending there last days in the county
And for the bitch's that's sending them work laced in them brownies
For them niggaz that's popped Jess I'm raising the bounty
'Til your brains on your moms with the shell casings around me
That's real talk with the real chalk on ya, resting in a twin glock coma
The flows glaucoma who's seeing me now? Out MCing me now?
I win at 106 shitting on the audience with AJ and free in the crowd
I ain't no fucking mixed tape fake thug take an ak slug in that pussy shit fake mug!
It's alright to show the late greats love
But some of y'all are riding dicks and don't know it like a date-rape drug
Catch me with your little niece on the couch
Kick her out the house with no blouse, Capris on slouch
I ain't fuck I just poked at her throat like a Capri sun pouch
Point blank I'm a fucking problem capech I'm out
And there it is....
[Verse 1]
If scars was tattoos with better stories
So much trauma scribed on my melon mob you liable to find tribal design tumors
That contain best selling novels, so much pain cursed my adolescence
That I can count my outer blessings on one hand
I was shook to the bone when informed of the three slugs you took to the dome
Just slammed and broke the hook to the phone
Teared up and let a couple trickle
Before retaliation could start cops knocked him and slammed him with a double nickel
Twelve years later stil not complacent tools
I cock I'm pacing impatiently awaiting to snap off for obvious reasons
Grew up with G's who's hobby is squeezing, hell probably is freezing
Peep said it'd be a cold day before we part
Yeah you prone to violence, just not to start provoking acts
You was smarter folks than that, especially to lose your life
Over a Starter coat and hat, I'm stil heated so what
Your pain is my pain, until the world blows up
[Chorus x2]
(Til the world blow up) I remain the same no matter life's obstacles
(Til the world blow up) I will shine for us all if it's quite possible
Til God calls me home and the caskets closed
And no longer can serenade my dogs with these classic flows
[Verse 2]
We were both raised studying rhymes and scriptures and the street rules to the game
And the game deeply embeds and tarnished jewels on your brain
The ghetto reflects us, from doo-rags to school metal detectors
To earning what you rightfully deserve is irrelevant
Cause now we only settle for extras, if not then jumped up charging
Got affiliates that shot at slumped up sergeants
Just to avoid trumped up charges, kept my head stern
Focused on these bars when you was knocked in arrest burned from ???
Funerals became annual, we all studied from the same rule book
And stil lost numerous to the game's manual
Supreme has the power, any dirt when added up
And multiplied by 7 equals the Grapes of Wrath is sour
For all I know you might hate me, cause I ain't been able to write
or send you a kite lately Just getting my mind right
so I can walk through this life straightly
And live see my little girl grow up
But you stil my dog until the world blow up
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
Until I see if the price of the happiness your deserve is cheap
As long as you embed these words deep
And can cinematically see the world from a worm's eye view at a bird's peak
Life occurs blurred, bleak sometimes but regardless of how sour the Kool-Aid is though
It could stil be stirred sweet, there ain't no guarantees
Except that them taxes in a world that attacks tactless
But Imma get full access to its axis
And take the weight of the world off your shoulders and put it on my back like atlas
The incompatibleness of me and your moms
Is something that we deny greatly, we ain't eye to eye lately
The concept of not being there to guide you through life safely
Is the reason me, myself, and I hate me irately
We love each other but after mating the result is the pitas of a queen stinger
And stil our dear relationship goes swing slinger
Before death had a chance to do us part
Fate had flipped us off with the ring finger
And that's the reason deaths celebrated and birth's mourned
But Imma always love you first born
From diapers until you casket bound with black skirt on
Til the world in your beautiful eyes stops spinning and blows up and the earths gone
[Verse 1]
Staring at this old show flyer
Seems our reputations couldn't get no higher
The first time we marquee as headlining acts rewinding back
To the final defining crack that would paralyze our comradery
Your brotherhoods of commodity, they coulda kept the game
I was naïve to your hatred and I fully accept the blame
Corporates was putting above you injury em from year one
By the time it reciprocated, the damage was near done
You struck conniving, stuck a knife in me when I'm thinking it's all love
Your intent was to draw blood
All along when I was under the wrong impression
Now I know this nigga is not subliminally dissing me up on stage in serve expression
Drunk my drink, it's damn near shattered, stop and think
Keep my sanity gathered, it's no longer the concept of family matters
Knowing, the day you help that mic
We both took an 'L' that night, what was you thinking?
[Chorus x2]
If it's loyalty in question, then I'll bleed
If your life is in the wrong direction, then I'll lead
I've extended my hand my whole life
But it's your decision to hold tight if plans don't go right
[Verse 2]
I showed you love from the gate since kingdom introduced us both
And when I addressed you as family, then the truth was spoke
But when I heard your song, the truth was broke
But not because of the ruthless quotes, but it's the principal involved
Fetal acts of reprehensible resolve
More so relevant: who, what, where, and why and even sense and will to solve
But still I supported you, assumed every grief to catch
When RCA dropped you and you was having beef with Trech
It's not as if it was fly or sentimental and such
Our friendship was crushed when the gentle is touched
Oh yeah, congratulations on the adrenaline rush, success was just due
Nothing but praise worthy comments when niggaz discuss you
If it's beef and bad blood I put the cow on dialysis
My style is on some callousness until financially my peeps is improved
Maybe one day I rose and leave you swishing
Chief with Twista, 'til then for now I keeps it moving
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
Every move made it's like 'What's up with Juice, why we ain't heard from him?'
Shoulda been blown up every since the battle occurred with Slim
That don't equate success in this game
Disdained in thought that every undisputed MC eventually gets fame
What you think, the nigga win one battle so the war is over?
That's just an extra burden toward is shoulder
If record deals wasn't rewarding soldiers, we'd all be five-star generals
But it's the luck of the draw, makes you realize a remediable
I live to see my fans dream envision that cream full wishing
Support a seed, whether a trust fund or a mean tuition
But to the public eye it seems you missing
The anticipation and expectation is too extreme for wishing
I hold you down whether you succeed or quit this instance
Before I can spit this sentence, blood thick, nothing can split this friendship
Try and go for life with me, ya heard
Let's get off our ass and take what we rightfully deserve
[Verse 1:]
I prayed to God for his blessing to consent slaughter
Your seven ounces of brain holds two percent water
Literally, your dry ideas belong under your armpits
Fully armed spit, my palm slick with this engraved
Vakill, in quotations, "the nicest", after I come fuck this liquid Hell
Only hos that's giving head is getting floatation devices
Digest words to kill by, autopilot my technique
So even if I sleep on my own shit, it's still fly
I'm God's only begotten renegade angel, saint sinner, make anemic hemmorhage
I can draw a graphic scenic image with paint thinner
Let the bullshit stop 'til it screech with hot lead
I beseech hip-hop heads 'til the tooth brush is obsolete
Meaning fuck around and catch a reach flip-top head, I set respectable trends
Tell the sickest emcees blueprint my testicle skin
Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks to your chin
[Chorus:]
Bow down to a entity none of y'all nice than
Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand
Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands
Cause the darkest cloud shall rain the rest of your natural life span
Bow down to a entity none of y'all nice than
Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand
Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands
Cause the darkest cloud!
[Verse 2:]
I voice a oral crucifixion with a mouth full of nine inch nails
Conceptually blazing it trails, with your skeletal remains and entrails
In pales, snug and cushy, my hip-hop status is c-section (why?)
Cause I'm a cut above you pussies
My DNA splice with a Japanese feudal lord
Brutal sword lacerations with impartial rhymes
Keep a bitch that's a 10, pimping's like Farrakhan with cerebral palsy
I can start a million march of dimes
Significant severed uncertain signs
Salivating circles around cyphers of a venomous serpent kind
Dizzying bitches, murking niggas, grizzly and vicious
'Til they minus Flesh-N-Bone like Layzie, Krayze, Bizzy and Wish's
Who the sickest shitting this year?
And your continuation of breathing all depends on how good is the answers
Fuck up and the judge will sentence me so many times
You'll have to indent this shit and put it in stanzas
[Chorus:]
Bow down to a entity none of y'all nice than
Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand
Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands
Cause the darkest cloud shall rain the rest of your natural life span
Bow down to a entity none of y'all nice than
Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand
Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands
Cause the darkest cloud!
[Verse 3:]
I don't talk shit, I give shit a second language
You ass-betting in dyslexic Spanglish, hope for the best but expect the anguish
Presently, sleepers dying pissed off
And my sole solution for the chronic bedwetting is electric blankets
My diatribe murks entire tribes
I'm the thirteenth ghost from drama's future
So when I make the alphabet before Karma Sutra
The English language'll have to be staple stitched back together with
Stainless steel armored sutures
Drunken word techniques from mental and Taquina liquor
Shit bananas with a peel and a Chiquita sticker
Heat a clip up, shush kids to sleep
Spitting Korean entrepreneur flows that push wigs to eat
Illuminous whip, darkest cloud cumulous thick
Shrap numerous cliques, cancer tumor is sick
Nickel slick, quick humorous spit
Liquid sword salivation 'til throats of every consumer is slit
Shit, in a recessive state my flows are ego spectacle
If I was born with one nut, I'd still be ego-testicle
And niggas shit-popping more instead of worth they weight
Can't hold a fucking candle to me with Bob Hope's birthday cake
I've enhanced the Jordan rules
Putting bodies on the Mike and watch the flyest nigga leap to his death
If the name of my profession is "fuck you"
Then basically what I'm trying to say is... never mind, my work speaks
For itself
[Chorus:]
Bow down to a entity none of y'all nice than
Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand
Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands
Cause the darkest cloud shall rain the rest of your natural life span
Bow down to a entity none of y'all nice than
Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand
Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands
Cause the darkest cloud!
Bow down to a entity none of y'all nice than
Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand
Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands
Cause the darkest cloud shall rain the rest of your natural life span
Bow down to a entity none of y'all nice than
Put your tool on safety and a mic in the mic stand
Your fight plan's now in Christ's hands
I granted my neighborhood immunity
During the Rodney King riots when niggas burnt down and looted they're communities
Instead I pulled bricks from the walls of my imagination and threw 'em
Through the window of opportunity
Every studio date booked is a date closer to death procession
We in overtime with 0.6 seconds left, possession
Still life's depth perception begins at the rectum
So I'm defecated from opposite ends of the spectrum
So, take these gems and stick 'em in y'all [? ]
My definition of on-point affect hemophiliacs and virgins all in the same
Manner, one prick and it's all over
And you can lick the gun clips
But it's a sin to wet me like nun clits
None spit, with my ferocity
I over shadow passion
Take my brain off safety and watch my ideas drop shells and blaze battlefields
[Hook:]
[sampled from Big L – Flamboyant:] "Yo, the spotlight is mine! "
"So betta get the name right"
[sampled from Jay-Z – H to the Izzo:] "V to the Izzay"
"I only want to build with skill"
[sampled from O.C. – Time's Up:] "That's what I consider real... "
There's more to Va than sick rhymes invented
I gas hoes with lines demented
At times I'm timid cause
When niggas talk dirty to women
That's sexual harassment
But when women talk dirty to niggas it's $5.99 a minute
And it's an ongoing nigga-feud
The sisters driven, fueled by maxing credit cards and getting jewels
And we motivated by getting screwed
And running up in bitches ribs like Adam in the Indian-giving mood
And we all getting [? ]; shit, if I was Adam
Eve would have to count my ribs every night to see if I tricked off
Please - hoes is like tornadoes
They scream when they come/cum, and take everything when they leave
I give a bitch a warm reception instead of fur
Should the crazy notion of marriage in my head occur
And lawfully wedded her
It's all good, WIFE's an acronym for Wash, Iron, Fuck, Etcetera
[Hook: x2]
[sampled from Big L – Flamboyant:] "Yo, the spotlight is mine! "
"So betta get the name right"
[sampled from Jay-Z – H to the Izzo:] "V to the Izzay"
... scratches and sampling of "uh-huh" and "alright"...
"I only want to build with skill"
[sampled from O.C. – Time's Up:] "That's what I consider real, in this field of music"
I surgically carved my niche in the face of adversity
Till it cursedly inherit Jack-O-Lantern's like scars irreversible
Chicago only get dispersed
Cause most of us that successfully get our foot in first
Close doors on those that put in work
And I can count on one hand, how many succeed in this occupation
Out of a city with a two million nine-hundred and seventy-seven plus population
Not including fertilized eggs and ovulation from copulation self-mission
One reason why the presence of a Vakill and Juice album waits on a record store shelf missing
Thought you knew, niggas here blow-up and move out-of-state
Fuck the share-the-wealth vision
Blow up or not, I'll never sever my block ties
My determination's magnified 800 times over, watch my stock rise
I'm so against the grain, when I'm dropping shit my toilets flush clockwise
My name is legendary on all blocks, spitting fireball rocks
Before they call pops had bodies in walls and crawl spots
Hammers is all cocked
So many Makaveli mini-me's in the game it's a fucking outbreak of small pox/pacs
And beef is when everybody is not breathing
so body me not even
Everybody is holding and probably not squeezing
And last year niggaz albums did more flopping then a Vlade Divac season
Shit I'm warning them flinch and the itching trigger finger is gon start forming a clench
And you come that hot lead storm and you drenched
My flow as fury as the scorn of a bitch
And you hot niggaz ain't keeping shit warm but the bench
I'm a beast in bed, check my dick head for triple sixes
I'll hit a fat ass from the back until it ripples vicious
Give titty nipples stitches
I'm a pimp, pussy fall in my lap like a strip club full of clumsy crippled bitches
They say death comes in threes, but fuck it I'm feeling a fourth nut
Ejaculation until my scrotum shrivels and dwarfs up
From getting brain and poo-nani from two mami's
I'm tsunami with the spitting, you cartoon as niggaz is Toonami
Y'all faggots wish the champs lose but that ain't chips on y'all shoulders, switch your shampoos
Your cosigning gangsta shit you cant prove
The hood wont take ya
Y'all print model spitting, got no flow but the shit looks good on paper
Spit bars that will knock out whole alliances
Out cold, y'all about the be outsold and client-less
Mouths closed in silence
This fear will smoke y'all asses faster than DMX's household appliances
You got no money and mo problems you backwards Frank White
I shit on who you thinks nice for 'fore the eyes of the Lord can blink twice
Ain't a belt long enough to spank Christ
And ain't shit sweet bitch, only suge' in my tanks knight
Niggaz asking 'When is Va gon bling?'
Or 'When is Vakill gon establish himself as Chicago's king?'
Im dreaming bout a 10 Million a year gun cargo ring
And the crown dont move, it goes where I go... scene
For decades hip hop been misusing the goal
Now that bitch about to tear up and some tissues fin' to blow
Who got issues with the flow?
You in XXL 'Step Yo Rap Game Up' section 12 issues in a row
Matter of time til my shit classic soon
Am I nice, how can you ask it spit burns acid wounds
And run cemeteries outta casket room, yall gassed with fumes
Alcohol to melt a chrome nine to a plastic spoon
Its simple I'm flyest, spit on graves to rekindle a fire
And funeral directors is assembling choirs
No flows resemble Messiah's
[Vakill]
I was the nicest for at least the last six months
Single went dope, got heavy rotation from Funk Flex
and didnt have to ask Stick once
Penned flows that was most quoted
Kept the toast loaded for magazine critics incase the
alleged niggaz ghostwrote it
Spit with the armored fist
And for a list had no escape route from the slums so
round it became an orifice
Now I'm eating good and pushing whips
Problem is, I'm pussy whipped by a bitch that dropped
me same time the label did
Album sells wasn't well, no reach quota
So my foundation which was once mentally and
financially stable slid
Traumas all, was on alchohol plus I done acid
Put every egg into one basket
Now my mind rages cause imposters of label reps
getting gun blasted
Won passed it
Fuck it, one life, one love, one casket
Wound up at the CEO office and blow his flesh of his chest
And left that nigga slumped on his office desk
[Chorus]
My mouth wasn't built to handle rejection
(I'm Fallen)
You only fucking with, answer the question
(I'm Fallen)
Fuck trying to reason with logic
Reason with this sixteen shot cartridge holding a
label hostage
[Slug]
How many are dead?
How many gain pieces does he have now?
(two, one woman and one man)
Now here we go again
Another day trying to defend a belief
Time to make friends with the beast
How many guns he got?
Only one's been shot
Let me see his demands
And a copy of the foreplans
Whats the odds of suicidal?
Let's try to get him on the horn
And inform him of my arrival
N-n-n-n-n-no no vest
I'm going in soft
If he's gonna take my head off then he's gotta take my
head off
Now what's his name?
Does he have a family?
What's his background?
Did he pick the place randomly?
Get his girl on the phone
Locate his mom
(Move, move, move people now, now)
We're dealing with a time bomb
And I'mma take it through the front door
Look him in the eyes
See if we can make this grown man cry
[Chorus]
[V:] Lets sway my options, and put in perspective my postition
Stop the mission
It's a straight shot to prison without a pot to piss in
Fuck the negotiating, I don't expect for you cops to listen
You probably setting me up to get shot by a
sharpshooter from the SWAT devision
Tell them bitches I won't be that easily overthrown
I know they're listening in on your mobile phone
You don't know my pain, you're probably living like a
king on some noble throne
In the suburbs with a fucking Camero and a mobile home
All I want is my deal back
But the A&R; stays put, in turn, I'll give you the intern
[S:] What's the catch
[V:] I want an even bigger deal
No funny shit cause I'm holding the trigger's steel
and I'll drop this bitch faster than Jigga did to Mil
[S:] Alright I hear you
But still it's my responsibility
To guarentee these hostages are walking out of here with me
Your everything is on their safety
[V:] Yo Fuck, that
[S:] Yo, no way around that
We've got the place surrounded
So what's your call kid
Your move, whatchya gonna do?
You've gotta face the truth
(Wait I've gotta face the truth)
Cause the more I toss it all around my head
The more I feel
Everything that you said
Alright so here's the fucking deal
Gimme the intern
Let the A&R; burn
And as far as I'm concerned this meeting is adjurned
The woman and I, we're about to walk out that door
Here's a handshake soldier cause we both won the war
[A&R;:] Wait, Wait, what are you leaving for its your job
Come back here
[V:] Naw, fuck that
[A&R;:] Wait, wait we can think this up now cause-
[V:] Naw, fuck that, fuck you
[Vakill]
How can you reason with the brain savagely ripped from it's humane frame
Gave sweat, tears, and slit a main vain
Now I aim flame and squeeze out a vengeance for every
career the industry ruined 4,080 in this fucked up game playing
Open ya mouth foul bitch
Cause now I got this 40-cal-inch *gunshot* for you to tussle
I keep bullets for every artist that signed a loud pitch
Funny sometimes
I fast fake and take a tumultuous twist in life's style switch
I don't know what world beyond this lies
But I can see my future, not just career through Ganda's eyes
Once I let this slug out, I struck out
Nevermind my side of the playing field till I was underneath the dugout
No matters, what could possibly be worse
Unless that somehow the tables was reversed
I know the Jakes is coming and I can't wait to let this heat burst
I'ma kill everybody
And just to prove that I ain't bullshitting
[Verse 1]
The moment you squeezed the trigger, I felt dissed
How the hell could you be so selfish, the current events that led up to this moment
You masqueraded your death wish, you ain't think I had the mental capacity
To comprehended your troubles and theft ness
So subtle I'm breathless, Imma be just like you was my old model
That was before you murked my best friend, big cousin and role model
Left my soul hollow, now I hold bottles of E and J
And drown myself in this alcoholic slow sorrow
And I find myself not taking sips, but whole swallows
And my outlook on life's meaning is so shallow
You led by example
Your life was the blueprint I was supposed to go follow
Back to fishing due to the fact you missing
At a crossroads 'cause at the wake of your untimely demise
You sent me on a backwards mission
Shit, I only pray that Allah has mercy on your soul upon his acquisition
I can't help but find it suitable cursing
You fucked up a beautiful person
And still on judgment day I pray your sole gets acquitted
Without question I'll always love you, I just hate the horrible act you committed
[Chorus x2]
I'll cry you a river
If not, then this song I'll try and deliver
I'm still in denial, you can't die you my nigga
I'm all out of liquor so I'm pouring out my heart to you...my nigga
[Verse 2]
I'd be lying through my grill if I said it's been all lovely
It ain't all good it's been a slow recovery
Except when I'm drunk and bubbly
Although on certain days I swear I feel your brotherly spirit hover above me
Shit, I almost died seven years ago
Think God point you when he said prevention for my divine intervention
If not, then God I wish you do such
Lately I've been faced with adversity and dealing with issues too much
No shoulders to lean on, if they ain't cold then they hunched up
A few family members is genuine and a bunch suck
I know it's foul, even at reunions some don't show a smile
Even though most of us are almost 30-years old with child
The degrees of separation lures my heart
Where's the offspring supposed to start?
Cause sometimes even the thickest of blood grows apart
Am I too old or smart? Even she knows when the goodbyes and hellos is tart
Time don't heal every wound sometimes it adds to the sufferage
I'm knowing as if life wasn't enough a bitch
Your presence is missing; still I know your spiritual essence will listen
Give your brother my blessings in prison
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
They say suicides an unforgivable act
Can't sneak into God's graces there's no visible cracks
So when it's time for him to revisit the facts, I'm praying
That you an exception to the rule and he'll review every individuals tracks
Lord I hope you see the goodness that was
But keep a spot in your heart for him and the heavenly hood that's above
I understood it's a shove to ask you to keep his soul in your graces
But if anything could it's the love
If I could turn back the hands of time I'd rather squeeze the tool myself
Can't let that kind of fate repeat G
I hate me deeply, the possibility if I was to die this moment
You wouldn't be at the golden gates to greet me
The absence would mess up the vanity the rest of infinity
If I had a personal hell, you could guess what's the penalty
Shit, just the main thought of it all makes me teary eyed
No matter how much I tell myself to look on the cheery side
No matter how much I talk with God in deep discussion
Cause you and I both knew the repercussions
When you put your soul in the reapers clutches
So why then, I'm still trying to figure as I'm crying this river
Uh, there go another one y'all; elcome to the new Mole-linneum
Chicago's sickest
[Verse 1]
Chicago, flow and maneuver, shittin this mundges
Splittin the blungeon, while y'all gettin fucked out of your publishing
And splittin your budget, I'm from
Where cats cook cocaine with propane set to a low flame
Move work premeditated before the dope came
No name, spit the whole brain, and hit the ass with no lue and no game
Homie domain to where the most sickness flow rain
While y'all niggaz claim yo fo-fo aim
We don't just outline with the chalk here, we shade in the whole frame
Ready, on your marks, plan to be fuck with me
you better iron out the details and be heavy on your starch
From day one, I've been clearly regarded
As being the most lyrically severely retarted
But then am I dearly departed
I found them a lesson touch tracks
Niggaz know, I got against the gran like wipin my ass from butt crack to nut sack
When y'all said fuck the world, I had to commit acts of porn
Hittin from the back with my dick stuck in a crack a dawn
Since pediatrics I spit pitty graphics
Shit on any rapper you give a shout to and sent your rap with a city jacket
Top seeded in the midwestern conference, huh
Spittin songs around you like a dyke turned around at a bitches breast circumference
Blow me and swallow every man that was fortified
Fall off, you can hang that up quicker than Jordan did forty-five
I'm too mentally disturbed to spite
I'm kickin motherfuckers under the muffler
You won't even make it to the car tonight
[Chorus: x2]
I rap where the corners is cold blooded *true*
Drug traffic is so flooded *true*
Your life's work is low budget
And the sickest MC's flow rugged
You can't relate? So fuck it
[Verse 2]
In this world designed of linen and ice driven
I accurately flip advise given and earn her
Nice livin in turn, I'm too nice for your own good
Would be nice if you had a fanbase of one single motherfucker from your own hood
Pity's no more, no more Mr. Nice Guy
Never matter who the nicest, I'm nice and you ain't shit but a nice try
And that's just being nice about it
You need to have a nice one to say face
like a presidential Roley with the ice up out it
Careful who you fuckin and foolin with, 'fore I spit spitefully detruded
I got a nice way of showin shit, I'm not nice, nut nice stick around in your drawers
Thought of a mic feedback and get a nice round of applause
Spit twice the flem, drop christ and gems for god teller
DOn't hate, say thank you son, that was awfully nice of him
I shine to precisely sung, spit off the violence
And spill scripts that rare, the black ball point, nicely done
Why you worry about makin nice impressions
YOu should, I got all of you suspect ass niggaz so called nice in question
Whether you got a nice ass or a thug grill with the ice glowin ya
To put it nicely, fuck you and nice knowin ya
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I rest my crown where straight dogs eat remains and link up brains
Askin who'd start slayin at pick up games with triggers under hiccups aim
A world where ansatomy rules, and we drop gems bout cockin back hammers
And aim it at the family jewel
So I love the hatred looks, and cook county man state to to crooks
And bodies catchier than fuckin Naughty By Nature hooks
And nigga sold his soul to any price, fuck with the penny nice
Plenty nights I shot many dice with the Henny christ
But Vakill, ain't he nice? I spit virus none of you cats fathom
like spreading AIDS through turntable needles and scratch paddles
Flows that seperated and detach atoms
Crackin jokes at motherfuckers while they on their death bed like Patch Adams
Is it the line between those thar rip the force flag
Play in the middle like a thug nigga dressin in course drag
I'm rakin dicks up like divorced fags
The only place y'all gettin five mics is in your ass
Fuck the Source mag
A pastor for 16 years in the hood
Known for steering all my troubled peers to the good
Made sure God's word appeared understood
So those that didn't believe that he worked wonders – could
Family of five – livin' wife, one boy, two girls
Spiritually guided through this new world's few perils
Community activist, summer camps, youth centres
Bible class to help us find the God and the truth in us
Shield us from the true sinners that corrupted the block
So dreams of kids wouldn't be interrupted and blocked
When a homeless sought shelter in a dead-ended search
He'd take him in, feed him, let him rest his head in the church
A neighbourhood cornerstone that made his presence felt
Never took credit, always said God's blessings helped
I'm just the instrument, he'd say God's the musician
He'd help of bringing dreams of finding jobs to fruition
Then a six-year-old girl was killed in a crossfire
Block got hot, made the price of the coke go higher
The pastor took action, waged a war on drugs
With vows to clean up the hood, that he swore on blood
Three days a week, the hood is led by this prophet marchin'
Dope man's pissed because it's affecting his profit margin
Now all this heat got the dope game forced in a drought
'Cause the pastor got squad cars, and reinforcements out
And the thugs ain't feelin' his influence on the community
So they wait one Sunday to seize for an opportunity
The pastor's at church, second service, from noon to three
Unsuspecting the acts of vengeance that are soon to be
While he's giving sermon, the thugs is teaching a lesson
So all the anti-drug shit that he preach is in question
Poured four gallons of gasoline on his estate
Thank God no one's home, if so they wouldn't've escaped
'Cause killin' wasn't the purpose
Just to make the good pastor nervous
But the kids attended the mornin' service
So he let them stay home and put the oldest in charge
They were burned beyond recognition, smoldered and charred
When the pastor found out, his heart got colder and hard
But you vowed to be a soldier to God
And those innocent children, didn't have a chance to escape once
And did I mention that the youngest of the three was eight months?
WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
'Cause murder, your soul can't afford
WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
Remember, you a man of the lord
WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
God said revenge is his alone, so only he's allowed to place his hands on
the sword
WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
Just accept it, and grieve inside?
WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
Throw away your reliefs in mind?
WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
WOULD YOU RATHER LEAVE IT UP TO GOD? OR LOAD UP TECHS AND NINES AND EVEN UP
THE ODDS?
I got a nine on the left...
Tech on the right...
So I guess I'm ready to ride...
From now on NO MERCY
We all gotta die, but you first G
I got a nine on the left...
Tech on the right...
So I guess I'm ready to ride...
From now on NO MERCY
What’s it worth to you
Do you see in this love or perhaps
All that glitters might only grow cold
Quite a tale
One more lesson how to fail
When at last we know
Faded lines, move slow
And I’ll beg you stay
Where we breathe the same
Bring some change
Come for the better or the bitter
We’ll never know ‘til it’s done
Still I long
Simple thoughts
Pictures worth a thousand lifetimes
If I fall too deep, turn to stone
Safe passage means alone
It’s breaking me
All of me
Be still save but a single tear
I scream save me
So far we are no closer
I still reach for you my darling
Holding in
Hoping by some grace it will surrender
If you catch the glance turn away
Hey ho, let's go!
Hey ho, let's go!
Hey ho, let's go!
Hey ho, let's go!
Entouré d'indifférence, je viens briser le silence, prononcer ma sentence. Blitzkrieg bop
Tous noyés dans la masse, on se range et on s'efface, le seul moyen de faire face: Blitzkrieg bop
"Hey ho, let's go!" sont les mots de l'espoir
Regarde-toi, regarde-moi
Qu'est-ce qu'on attend pour lever la voix?
Hey ho, let's go!
Hey ho, let's go!
On ne sent plus la douleur, plus de peine ni de rancoeur, docile dans le malheur. Blitzkrieg bop
Dans ce pays règne l'ennui, se propagent les interdits, on a condamné l'envie. Blitzkrieg bop
"Hey ho, let's go!" sont les mots de l'espoir
Regarde-toi, regarde-moi
Qu'est-ce qu'on attend pour lever la voix?
Hey ho, let's go!
Hey ho, let's go!
Hey ho, let's go!
Hey ho, let's go!
Hey ho, let's go!
Hey ho!
"Hey ho, let's go!" sont les mots de l'espoir
Regarde-toi, regarde-moi
Qu'est-ce qu'on attend pour lever la voix?
Hey ho, let's go!
Hey ho, let's go!
So quick to turn out the lights
I wish I may now I wish you might
See this only for what it's worth
I don't even know my name
Guess believing is one and the same
I got you yeah but you'll miss me
If you lay me down
Lay me down
There's a lesson here we've missed
I take back that very first kiss
Please don't make me let you down
I can’t see through this cold air
Puzzled again it’s the same every changing year
I miss the sun the sweat the heat the storm
Never get it back again
Waiting is just too much for a troubled mind
When will get to the other side
It keeps me up at night
I scream curses to the air
But it keeps laughing in my face
Come on please
No one can take this that damn long
I’m scared that I’ll never make it through
These long short days
Dampen the spirits of my thoughts
I grab at the time
It slips away
Here we are in the grips of the old man
We’ll stay until his hands get tired
Look at the world it’ll be green again someday
We’ll stay until his hands get tired
I can’t see through this cold air
Exchanging comfort for a layered shield
I can’t see through this cold air
It’s a reckoning for a once proud king
As the fires creep through the castle’s keep
To an ashen ground we all fall down
Every petty crime we’ll do the time
We are running as the ground drops from beneath
It’s a fatal flaw break the final straw
On your hero’s back you’ll the hear the crack
Echo loud and clear does the string end here
Be you friend or foe this will end below
When it all comes down we’ll all be eye to eye
To this I will surrender
My weakest December
We’re all lost in this mad season
Awash in selfish treason
It’s a wake call for them one and all
Let their bridges burn and their bodies yearn
For a medicine to be born again
We are all but germs hail the conqueror worm
I went down on one knee asking for forgiveness oh please,
begging like a beggar diseased, praying that she, that she show mercy,
Maybe we can walk at sunrise, at seaside
Maybe we can walk at sunrise, at seaside
Listen to the birds as they fly, and we rise
Listen to the birds as they fly, and we rise
I was shaken, held the hand of you, looking at the bottom of my soul,
Crying out, crying out to who would lead from this place i didn't know
Maybe we can walk at sunrise, at seaside
Maybe we can walk at sunrise, at seaside
Listen to the birds as they fly, and we rise
Oh, didn't you find love or salvation in what they do,
A heart is built of gold,
they fairies they are too, it's in the hands you
Hold,
How long can we ignore, we build a little more,
and then we break our truth
Oooh...
I don't feel like I'm falling,
I'm up against the sky,
I said I'd taken it all in to make the good life,
I don't feel like I'm falling,
I'm up against the sky,
Let's grab the heart of the world and turn into the light
But I cannot turn around,
the angels hear me now,
go where I'm bound,
You smile like you know the new world has been found
Oooh...
I don't feel like I'm falling, I'm up against the sky,
I said I'd taken it all in to make the good life,
I don't feel like I'm falling, I'm up against the sky,
Let's grab the heart of the world and turn into the light
I don't feel like I'm falling, I'm up against the sky,
What will become of the truth when we keep it in
things we don't remember when they ask us when
we did the things that we learned we shouldn't do again
what wasn't learned from mistakes, we will make them
Maybe this is my heart and maybe it is yours
burns away the eyes peering in our doors
If I want to leave I will, stand on my feet I do
only takes these words you never believe are true
I'm never gonna chase something, it's a total waste running
after what they take in hundreds, look at what they praise, nothing
Oh we go where we don't know the way
fire meets fire we run and it's all the same
Oh we go where we don't know the way
Maybe this is my heart and maybe it is yours
burns away the eyes peering in our doors
If I want to leave I will, stand on my feet I do
only takes these words you never believe are true
I'm never gonna chase something, it's a total waste running
after what they take in hundreds, look at what they praise, nothing
If I want to leave I will, stand on my feet I do
Oh my words, are always like whispers to her, they don't make us feel heard, they only make the heart hurt
Oh the hours, don't pass away what is ours, we must grow these flowers with our own soul's power
Oh but don't you say that you never loved somebody,
we ran the meadows, drank it all up dry,
Oh but don't you say that you never loved somebody,
we ran the meadows, fell but not to die,
Who are we to say we never had it good, we had every good thing like love
they say that you forgot your heart where you would, never go, never go
Oh the days, are so far from feeling raised, above all this madness we made, we got our love to save
Oh but don't you say that you never loved somebody, we ran the meadows, drank it all up dry,
Oh but don't you say that you never loved somebody, we ran the meadows, fell but not to die,
Who are we to say we never had it good, we had every good thing like love/
I went down on one knee asking for forgiveness oh please,
begging like a beggar diseased, praying that she, that she show mercy,
Maybe we can walk at sunrise, at seaside
Maybe we can walk at sunrise, at seaside
Listen to the birds as they fly, and we rise
Listen to the birds as they fly, and we rise
I was shaken, held the hand of you, looking at the bottom of my soul,
Crying out, crying out to who would lead from this place i didn't know
Maybe we can walk at sunrise, at seaside
Maybe we can walk at sunrise, at seaside
Listen to the birds as they fly, and we rise
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