[Excerpt from "Sting of The Serpent"] And the prophecy read that One day like the pheonix rose from the ashes That a boy will be born unto a family in
in a taxi Not that easy can't you understand (NO!) You ain't getting a thing (NO!) Buster trying to some dirty Trying to simulate a fantasy Not that
Insensate, inanimate, I mutilate, 'til I ejaculate Unforgiving, unfeeling, unveiling your undoing It was your destiny to die for me, your anatomy, will fuel my fantasies
't you just get out of my life now? Why doesn't everybody leave me alone now? Why doesn't everybody leave me alone, yeah? Obsessed with fantasy, possessed
Now she's stinging the rain 'cos she's got so much to give (Girl's got crazy rhythm) And I still don't know her name but I really wish I did (Girl's got
known to spit poems, throw dices and hold tones Show ice, puff bones, hit beats like Larry Holmes Through the Valley of Kings, you catch the Killa Bee sting
) Now my reflection is anonymous Ponder this! I've seen a reflection of my soul in the store window Caught in limbo 'cause I was dressed all in Timbo's Having fantasies
wanna be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson Concernin this mic profession, turn your direction [Nas] You can't be me, not in your wildest fantasy
- love is like an open hand stings a little when it lands hold me closer hold me tighter hold me so damn close that my heart's on fire it's a fantasy
a deadly sting Watch out Comes in through the fence, sliding in the shiv Want to be a hero situation's zero Inside the heights upon the fantasies Let
?s just too bad your honey pod dried up now frustration ends in fistacuffs sit at home all alone it?s friday night but your magic snake don?t slither no more Fantasies
I ride The more that you stow The lower you fight The higher I fall Right down (Down, right down) Down on my knees (Down, down) (Ah) The sting in your
the more destructive seasoned vet,full glass of sting a bittersweet triumph that weighs in each day Obsession-my falsest friend moderation-a fantasy
calling you to say That nothing can touch you Nothing can hurt you Nothing can take your fantasy away Nothing can touch you Nothing can hurt you When we kiss It stings
detail Might beat customs on a home-made visa But false papers Only gets you in jail (chorus) Life wears a smile on its face But it comes with a sting