Please sit down, I'll move up Put my face on his backer, yeah He needs the room, oo-oo-oo I don't wanna fight you Fat big man, take me home Find his
dead or locked up inside The beast, I'm a hot light now It's whatever man think of manifest to the real The plan is to wake up 'cause time reveals All
where to start I was lost I was beige I was over and under my age Like a video Like a chick Like a dead man moving too quick In my way Had no plan Passin
And as I hold back the tears my eye-wells swell I been praying for heaven, I been living in hell And these niggas in my age group is dead or either
the destroyers aspiring to extinguish us will suddenly suffer remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success? The last imbecile to dream that dream is dead
em. fuck em, reluctant to kick bullshit put the fold it like the narrows wearing sombrero chip up the weapons blowing up some Winnebago with bitches under the stagecoach age
it's on, then it's on, bring it on What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future
this, born in the land of the scandalous Thirteen years of age at the time Moms is kicking me, I gots to get mine I load up my strap, map out my plan
It's a sticky sitch-e-ation, tryin' to duck to hatin' Fuckin' with my family, I get worse than Satan Turnin' niggaz out, at a young age It's what my
health Was never born into wealth I jumped out of my mother with two horns stickin' outta myself God is in the details Relay my message now from what planet
. in Iraq is really the same thing All the radio hate disc jockey's rage Screaming we should blast them back to the Stone Age Just like John Wayne running
I pull a glock or fiver murder the group by numbers I was nursed by the biggest of buildings and had the sonic volcanic cap that the butcher have attached to his dead
An' we can watch you make it On the nine o'clock news Standing there in palestine lighting the fuse Whatever you want, you're gonna get it Tommy gun You'll be dead
so many that's dead or locked up inside the beast, I'm a hot light now It's whatever man think of manifest to the real The plan is to wake up 'cause time
shoulda got me crossed I'm just about ready for some treacherous thing Hand grenade on the plane looks another dunblane Mass murderin', brains on the floor You're dead
was lit up with the skull and bone Betchya what is known of the scroll and key Of the D.O.C. Yeah, yeah, I have a secret plan New world connects and
From this dead letter day I suppose I should have seen this But blindness prevails An easy game, girl Just a simple plan You said you plan to hurt But
