Good god I?ve got your demon seed Deep down inside of me Two skins one man Fit in one hand God damn that man And everything created by him Ask why so
Good God I've got your demon seed Deep down inside of me Two skins...One man Fit in...One hand God damn...That man And everything created by him Ask
Translation: Soil. Two Skins.
splinters shot right out of my skin People barfed in the crowd; they were going insane And Rocky punched my nose-bone into my brain I was quivering and twitching when I soiled
waitin to do a drive-by So when you see the black 500 (what?) hide from it For every hundred MC's rhymin about birds only about two-thirds'd really set
survive I aint trynna survive Im trynna throw my momma in rides Imma provide for my seed Im the soil Ill teach em' bout loyalty Ill teach him that his skin
Yeah, word These bitches be buggin' God Reason why ain't got nuttin' to do with nuttin' Yeah, check it out y'all one two We back up in this joint, what
s still alive runnin'? Comin' with five gunmen, waitin' to do a drive-by So when you see the black 500, hide from it (What?) For every hundred MC's rhymin' about birds Only about two
tomb, an eternity of dread As your casket's covered feel the cruel hand of time Ectoplasmic tendrils, enveloping in slime Apparitions wail from the mould infested crypts Skin
With a kiss of pure steel I pierce the skin With a wish it sinks within With the red of your blood and the
your residence Because you had secret evidence and documents On how they raped the continents and it's the prominent Dominant Islamic, Asiatic black hebrew The year two thousand and two
throwing words to the wise, the first thing that you ever felt, inside and under your belt To a place that smothers children Caught the space between two
To the same world born two of a kind If it's on your mind, it'll be on mine 'cause I know you well Like the soil in the ground (I know you well) Grass
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] Last of a dyin breed, soil of the Earth Policed and been hated by the Church since birth Bent and forgotten was the Prophet in
One, two, three, four I was kidnapped real young by the sweet taste of love Built a fondness for things that just weren't good enough I cradled the crow
a mother She's beautiful but it's deeper then the skin 'Cause her true beauty stems from being rooted in Him She's a rose [Hook] [Verse 3:] One petal, two
