of the journey They started a long time ago The arc of a love affair Rainbows in the high desert air Mountain passes slipping into stones Hearts and
in the darkness you can feel his hate Rage of Goblins! Black blooded, red eyed and hateful in nature Dwellers of darkness with lust for blood They
bitches is trife, bitches say niggas is We just don't understand our fundamental differences I'm still learning though, actually I just do what come naturally naturally, naturally
all ready man? Yo, yo My niggaz get locked up, and when they come home It's mink coats and Cristal, just ask Capone We play the game like mobsters, Oliver Stone
shitty and eyes all glittery I'll die a rich man before the F.B.I. figure me 40 storeys up inside a high-rise in Italy No hittin' forces only natural
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core (dirt mess!) Stone cold's hands out core cryogenics, stubborn Can't talk shit wit' a tongue full a' rug burn! Bad cholesterol through blood sugar
[mjg] A natural fact: That I pimp tracks and freak around The game got cracks in them pipes, It's leakin' town My lines blow yo' mind, Yo' senses remain
My niggaz get locked up, and when they come home It's mink coats and cristal, just ask capone We play the game like mobsters, oliver stone flicks Based
leg of the journey They started a long time ago The arc of a love affair Rainbows in the high desert air Mountain passes slipping into stones Hearts and
Higher, high strip me out, take my body crawl inside Kiss these battered bones that's mine Hit me with your water stone, take me high, above all this
monolith Sect of our heart My belief in religion Rise high in the sky Own preacher Hatetress desires Ruin my throne of celtic empire Of celtic empire Gold Stones
is trife, bitches say niggas is We just don't understand our fundamental differences I'm still learning though, actually I just do what come naturally, naturally, naturally
mic blow, strike low High-caliber flow move the crowd, twist your torso 2009, block party, Bobby Digital, pop corks to us and the God's we trust, it's adjust To the highs
and eyes all glittery I'll die a rich man before the F.B.I. figure me 40 storeys up inside a high-rise in Italy No hittin' forces only natural courses
[MJG] A natural fact: That I pimp tracks and freak around The game got cracks in them pipes, it's leakin' town My lines blow yo' mind, yo' senses remain