save themselves She's got the grave of a tourist, with the charm of demolition She's a poem without a meter or rhyme a random design Of a flower like
hold your breath Chikitee check 2012 The perpetrator never knew Never properly represent the struggle The boy in the bubble is you, not Barbarino My flows
believe too easily! Oh my Jetsabel, look at this hell that I have made. If you want maybe drop by sometime Put some flowers on my grave so I'll look
believe so easily Oh my Jetsabel, look at this hell that I have made If you want maybe drop by sometime Put some flowers on my grave So that I will look
Makes no difference to me my strategy Seek the enemy crush 'em into a memory Say a prayer Then spit on his grave, crack slayer Layer the flows the players
the title from those before me Matthew Broadway can never see the day i reach glory I know parlitions is wishing that banner stop But I'm ridin with bannana flow
hood with me, I got the hood with me. [Verse 1 - WC] Dub-Cuda, lick, kid or get robbed And over here we the headbangers like the jet squad All raw with the raw flow
Flow like water, drop bomb shit like a seagull A janky ass nigga known to sag And like Old English, I'm settin' mutha fuckas on they ass Diggin' graves
tighter here I go Flows tighter, hot headed as ghost rider Cold hearted as spiderman throwin' a spider in the snow So ya better get to blowin in flow
on the front page shot to death bullets to the head Niggaz holla out my name and its similar to rain Mothafuckas know Im comin so they runnin to they graves
lunchtime all out with the chines [Peanut's teacher speaking] OW! Crackerjacks taking your back airer like a track now relaters REACT come in to flow, come in to flow
wait for teardops to fill my lonely eyes My headstone is just a mailbox on the street And the flowers she planted make it complete Now this home is like a grave
push it past the bass, no nations gotta feel me I feel it in my bones, black, I'm so wide awake That I hardly ever sleep, my flows forever deep And it
can't reach intelligence He sweats when he raps, 'cause he got a speach impediment You, BITCH, Porky's pig and Porky's tomb About to dig his own grave
into another drug, cop that nigga [Jah 5'9"] (State your naaaame, gangsta!) Jah da 5'9" speak and shake rhyme great, history's made The street gangsta city flow
man, I fell off, so Ima fixin to pass it gone back up the flow Ima un ass it (Big Moe) I done came through after every boys flow Im that nigga Big Ass
grill They thought we fell off, still getting it how I live Stay up in the club, let 'em know we still paid Reppin' for the North from the cradle to the grave
can't go on Fellin' the way I see, ooh [Prodigal Sunzini] Oh what a beautiful vision it would be to see Every man, woman and child flow in harmony But