my skin is tan like the front of your hand) (And my hair...) (Well my hair's alright whatever way I want to fix it, it's alright it's fine) (But my hips
West] It's on I'm packin weight like Nina Simone piano flow It's like a Michelangelo painted a portrait of Maya Angelou And gave it to a sick poet for
gipsies, ???. Midwives, stingrays and pixies. Risky busniness, my life on a discus. Witness protection, tour the intestine. Geometric ethics knocks you out, Keep it keep it
still be on the grind When it all collapse And if it's mine, words bind I'ma take it right back I still be on the grind When it all collapse And if it
animal of the dusk I'll blow the planet to dust Hell boy acid drenched Dead lift danger Born with horns fight it I'm the misguided angel Touched by tradgedy
when I wrote this Coming from a race of people that??? hopeless, copeless Things seem like they never change, it??? strange man It??? like the night brings, pain
t nuttin here, ain't nuttin you gotta say to that Now what you gonna do about it? What you gonna do about it man? {*police sirens*} Bring it any day! [
Tryin hard not to show all that pain inside Saw the clouds turnin black like an angel died Preacher said you a curse if you don't pay your ties It's like
Daddy Rose ] (Tell me where, have I seen you somewhere before) Maccabean empire, Masada beloved (Was it in a dream?, When an angel closed my eyes and
) (This is, is all a war, as it is, so shall it be) (If being is what it's about, I is) (If being is what it's about, I is) (What goes up, has to come
sweater My notebook's leather, I write with a feather My pages look like a Renaissance painting Visions of St. John's conquerin' Satan All made from my imagination It
came off him It's a shame what it cost him Where he come from it ain't nuthin' It's a everyday thing, that's a problem It's chambers revolving Bustin
nothing can top it You can Google it and you can search it On how a nigga come and unlock it, impossible to stop it More fire, thunder, pain I go and
Hit me with a hundred thousand volts and make me smile You name it I can aim it, catch it and tame it, explain it Take it and paint it in beautiful
game, and still get fully paid Yeah It's the Dope House prophet Thirty-five and forty-five in the state, keep it poppin' Boy, what you slangin' Boy, what
reimburse you, girl For what you wear that's the day I reverse you, girl You get your nails painted proper, yeah Pull out the black Amex, I'll take you shoppin' But when it
'm heated Not even God can believe it, the way we regulate And levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight Every day I do the same thang, it
the sky I bought a harpoon off the internet and went up And tried to shoot it, but the fuckin Rip off, it got stuck. I said fuck it, and i threw the