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Another Day Drawing Dead

It's a hell up in Harlem, fuck it, another day Another dollar, wake up, to the barking from the rottweilers Pull the collars, make 'em sit for the godfather

Denver man can be That's real One of them cowboys, and he starts to draw When I shot him down, Lord, but he never saw Shot me another, oh damn, he won

BEFOOOOOOOOOOORE.. OHH!Givin you what you need Yeah, the rap game is DEAD, I'm bout to breathe life in it Bring it back to when niggaz was cypherin Yeah, back in the DAY

It's a Hell Up in Harlem fuckit another day another dollar wake up to the barking from the Rottweilers Pull the collars make em sit for the Godfather

I'm dead the smog got me fucked! *The smog is coming* *The smog is coming* *The smog is coming* *The smog is coming* It's another cloudy day, it's raining

[kool keith] My flow is so dark, I open coffins like I'm dracula [noggin nodders] And I'm that kid who raps about, who what? That guy, whatever We pull the drawers

foes and hit 'em like Rose in China snow Wanna see the costs of the bosses comin' to toss it Ain't no losses, ain't no crosses, leave you dead in a closet

roll Thanks give you cannot see those sails and faces bleach and draw Ice we drank and leather did chew For the oceans are unwholesome there And the dead

We want the truth! Another day passes by and it all seems the same the search for truth contiues but only questions remain the lost search with hopeless