. Your hope isn't bright in all of your light. Whats coming? Whats coming? Even if you think, Your right. I know, You're wrong. Spark the match, And light
dire When I spark in the dark with a lighter Light up and don't die in silence Somebody was sitting on the backs of the lions Somebody was drinking
later, how could a hater blame her? Shoot, I'm just that dude that kick bars for a living Get rich and trick, collect cars for a living Houses on hills with
your face and there'll never be one to take your place 'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can Michelangelo's soul controls your hand
your disaster I control your laughter Words more powerful than your pastor Rappers sweeter than three liters of shasta Vocal tones fracture, rhymes blast ya Through your
the town red with many heads are severed R-A-W, I still bring trouble to Throw your raps in the sleep hold, quick to snuggle you Dart heat your breastplate
but its they concrete its my ball its my treat an its my world its my hit and i live a hell hole in the wall and i dont never see the light of day so
hit too hard" stop playing, switching and swaying Day in and day out, your styles are played out, see you way out Before you're laid out, your bright lights
.Q.] We the real street criminals Regime generals Mash for the most And we sell it for the minimum We Regime alliants With appetites of giants Hungry as some lions
tour When you get home just fill up your windows and your doors Turn your oven on high for about four hours Light you a blunt, kiss your ass goodbye
sleep Then I'll be the blood, you paint on your door Your dream is a worry that nothing will keep But time is a story and there will be more Your dream
in his face But he should've stayed where his money was green I bit into the root of forbidden fruit With the juice running down my leg Then I dealt with your
like living in a bottle And nothing like ending it all for the world We're so glad you will come back Every living lion will lay in your lap The kid
's all for one and one for all We live for will be wiped out I feel that something's (Wrong) Surprise, surprise they're gone Full moon your time goes
you should be with me you should drop that bum 'Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Stripe Gum With that big round butt of yours, I'd like to butter your
) And I?m brainless which means I?m headless like Ichabod Crane is Or foreplayless sex is, which makes me saneless With no neck left to hang a chain with
you run on home now and you tell your mom To go ahead and fix up your daddy's room Cause I've got the strangest feeling That your daddy just might be
boy you run on home now You tell your mom to go ahead and fix up your daddy's room Cause I've got the strangest feeling That your dad just might become
