Слова:
Still Life Kill No More

but we don't conceive. Kill my thoughts of harmony. Peaceful one you give so much but don't receive. Life a precious gift to through away, killing for

will kill ya And when I leave, I always come right back here The young spitter that everybody in rap fear A lot of y'all are still soundin' like last

I pray to God hoping that he reassure me The more the pain, the more to gain Come with this territory I might dispose Feeling like my life been chose All I know, in my life

caged in Hope they got patience More you win they want you to lose I don't floss no more, I drop jewels They hope we might chill the heights real Still

Then, there are the times in my life When I feel, trapped Feel there's, no way out No escape To be honest, I don't know where my life is goin Where I'

game is in trouble, but help is on the way i do it for the niggas that flip a brick er'day (im killing these niggas) still the realest nigga in it is

point em' skyward uh Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king? This rap game's nipple is mine for the milking, Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till' it kills

rewind Wisen him and sharpen him and give him a motto Hate no more, said he must hate no more You see the daylight comes into the kingdom But the kingdom

the wounded who lived This song is his story} {Caught in the action of 'kill or be killed' "Greater love hath no man than to lay down his life for a