listen to him, check him out, but remember this When The Glove's on the wheels of steel he's Reckless Verse 2 This high-powered music
task Didn't know what the cops wanted Didn't have the time to ask Word Seen my homeboys coolin' way out told 'em bout my mornin' Cold bugged' em out
to hold So I studied the inmates to see who had the power The whites, the blacks or just the gun tower In a blink of an eye, a riot broke out Blacks
fast Shady's right back on your bitch ass White trash with half a six pack in his hatchback Trailer hitched attached to the back (Dispatch) You can sound the alarm You can call out
Thursday night, He said we could go his the p-bus, I was like, "Yeah that's my favorite spot", Plus i love it there cuz i got love on the list. High power
coming but it's not for me I'm a big rock star My sales have tanked But I still got you Thanks Download this Sounds like shit Keep on bloggin' 'Til the power goes out
One, two, I'm 'bout to set this off, like this Hip-hoppers, check it Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why?
gossip column I know I got jewels like I'm the Pharaoh of the ghetto But we are and it's a bright ass shiny Carerra Stickin' ya feet out the window
Intellect shapeshifta, God's gift a Soul slippa Hone in on clones and blow them out of my zone International Fanatical, the radical tactical movements Sounds
enjoyment What do you know, an out of work emcee looking for employment But I'm still curteous with my greeting, brother I'm eating And his style sounded
to rest, pain consumed each breath Shot twice wit her hands up Police questioned but shot before she answered One Panther lost his life, the other ran for his
keep it straight like that We straight out for gold You call it Chi-town it's still our town Holding it down like this with that eighty-seven sound
runnin threw da kitchen i peeped out tha doe, seen a nigga wit a K dressed in all black wit a ski mask on his face so i bussed out tha doe, started shootin
his ass like a rabbit crawled up his pants Got a habit of holding Tylenol in his hands Till it melts in his fucking palms and dissolves in his glands
the nature of a sinner, So I look inside myself to gather strength from the inner, I gots to fight back against the powers that be, Cause the powers
the album Enforce the power with guns, dollars and politics Start a baby apocalypse when my .44 [unverified] spit Pops in and out your skin, breakin' through sound
far the noise will travel Big Eaddie's name never lost his value I told you before on Joe's album We been illin' since the holy pharaohs Run out of
