Translation: Criminal. From The Ashes.
deaths I've diead before Leper, pariah Fallen from grace Carry the cross New life arise from pain [Chorus] Reborn, I rise From the ashes of time Beaten
mic vandalist Thug therapist my clan's too original My slang bang to wax, words that's visual Too digital for y'all common street criminals Who wanna come test, lick the sweat from
get thrown sent home in a coffin' Punk stuff don?t make it back, very often I got Erick to take care of the Sermon Ashes to ashes, dust, bodies burnin
Some of these crowds that Slim draws Is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's packed and full of cars Some of these crowds me and Snoop draw is niggaz from Crenshaw From
catch this Act like an activist, you know, active Nigga like me just has to spit acid Sucker like you just has to get blasted Ashes to ashes, Frasier
, I'm a criminal But my worlds too subliminal around me Look at them, all the wicked masses That?s why I'm down with the clown 'til I'm ashes Yes, I
crew nigga that hard time shit criminal minded, posted on the grind shit that cone silencer for one time shit turnin, pounds into ashes drinkin Cristal from
Oh, victory (Victory) (Nasir!) [Nas] Speedboats, three tokes and pass it Grass lit, hittina?? slopes in Aspen No coat, just an oath to stay thorough a??til we back to ashes
escape with me In 63 Cleve Chevrolet Classic Rollin down the boulevard, flossin in the masses Eyes bloodshot, so I'm rollin with my glasses From the West Coast where we turn it into ashes
, so let me explain Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow Please slow down hurricane The wind blow, my dreads swang He had hair like wool, like Wayne Dropping ashes
unconscious Some of these crowds that slim draws Is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when its packed and fulla cars Some of these crowds me and snoop draw is niggaz from Crenshaw From
be I'm no criminal, no criminal, no criminal, left in me Why, Why, Why I'm no Criminal Why, Why, Why 'cuz I'm no, I'm no No Criminal... I listened alone
We hug and touch we love and lust We last through the bashes we cuss and fuss until we trust that love is just for us Until ita??s ashes and ashes and
us nigglets History repeats itself, nuttin' new in school I knew E'rything I read wasn't true, Black Jesus To this click I'm dedicated, criminal orientated
