Слова:
Broken Hope The Dead Half

is split, half of it taken, Perhaps my blasphemy left me this forsaken, Put in this manner, filled me with dread Half of me rots because I am half dead

is split, half of it taken, Perhaps my blasphemy left me this forsaken, Put in this manner, filled me with dread Half of me rots because I am half dead

crawl inside my mind hoping there to find Ways to be fucking with my head They'll never get the best of me I'm fighting back until I'm dead Cause I've

to make my name, global, in all four corners Philly baller, gamin in all four quarters Never worked, never will. All my hoes buy my clothes I can't go broke

and hope you bleed So if you want it, Fuck It! In the Benz I'll be there, you gonna rot like a dead Luco (spanish slang) under the stairs [Black

with the sweet I know u feel my pain Why we gotta get harassed when we board the plane I ain't tryin to preach to ya but I hope you relate Cuz even at a dead

] They got a APB, out on my Thug family Since the Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half dead Head

El evasion tactics Our equations infinite, punks distortin random access Havin half words recyclin tracks like plastic, please forfeit Flippin the same script, I hope

closer I know that you feel it your eating off rap, and I hope you choke on your gimmick niggaz said hip hop was dead but Ive awoken the spirit we're