cause i don't know the way Without the way within (the way within) And yet they say... x 5 Forget (forget) Repress today And yet they say Forget (forget
light cause i don't know the way Without the way within (the way within) And yet they say... x 5 Forget (forget) Repress today And yet they say Forget
f**k up the enemy If i give em the order them nigga show me they warriors All ova we victorious takin ova ya territory Notorious and devil-alition and
this was drugs, I'd make a million off this combination They say, you're dope Clef, you're dope so they offer me sess and beer Beware, you pull your
this was drugs I'd make a million off this combination They say you're dope Clef you're dope so they offer me sess and beer Beware, you pull your wallet
by wolves, trained by gorillas Caged fighters, gangstas and killers, Skateboard kids, successful drug dealers, Pro snowboarders, and bikers they all
crack surface, makes tracks to purchase, black magic merchanets, Searching the world for a group like this, I can say with confidence not another exists, If they
and I'm here to say I'll wrap you up and take you all away! So if you feel like your tired and ready for bed Don't fall asleep or you'll wake up dead!
to handle it Nigga, no slackin', lackin', me trackin' Me [unverified] is my best friend, there's my best friend And I really can't serve and swerve and
caught in the mixture See I'm the type of nigga to pull out the paintbrush And the board and the paper and paint a picture You shootin' and got shot
repeating It's just another sunset far and see I can hear the homies the past calling me And you know what I discovered what they keep saying keep your mind and
seas and the air, Yet blissfully ignorant--still unaware, We strive for a future entwined with despair. You say, "Why waste concern on the rivers and
mask and Make it halloween and take all ya bags I say holly holly grove won't you gone and stand, up and make these muthafuckas understand I say Look coach they
from fuckin beat street Breathtakin words, verbs, and subliminals Make mc's wanna have cookouts around my genitals Smackin dice and boobytrappin mics Watchin mc's try to see me when they know I'm beyond they
a nomad and all the girls and boys Know the noise is rad The treasure is soul, aren't you glad? I get psychedelic with a pen and a pad Room enough to
on the back of this weeks attack And force feed, socialist shit militant crap. They blatantly try and whip up violence. Why don't they keep their arseholes shut? And
Def Jam in the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang // Every warrior has an ax to bury, but he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary
