We're bred to follow and be devoured, to feed the machine. it's like suicide of the self, the mind. Killing the free will, the transcending. Twisting
I always knew that one day They'd try to bring me down Way down, way down, oh oh One day they'd try to bring me down Always knew that one day They'd
cop cars with seein' cop cars I guess they want us all behind bars, I know it Uh, and I heard 'em say Nothing's ever promised tomorrow today And I heard 'em
, study war no more I ain't gonna study war no more Ain't gonna study war no more Ain't gonna study war no more I ain't gonna study war no more Ain't
Chalk it up to the public's request for a style that they just don't understand Chalk it up to the difference between the industries supply and demand
Time, space all over the place Whenever you're near me I'm here my feelings are clear I've never felt so sure You've changed the way I create I'll go
Hey somebody's giving me grief I'm having one of those days Something that I just don't need Today things just ain't going my way Nothing is working for
'em away from me Young dicks make TV Loads of hair-style ideals Here's the other end of the tale Here's the other end of the scale Law expert makes studio
Indian legislation's on the desk of a do right Congressman And he don't know much about the issues So he picks up the phone and asks the advice Of the
Oh yeah, that's what cha' really meant clown Oh yeah, that's some study We're puttin' down 'A Study In Brown' That's why we're callin' it 'A Study In
til we start approachin these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers [Notorious B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy) In the Comission, you ask for permission to hit 'em
Know they ain't fully prepared for this new world order So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters You walk 'em through it, you know, talk 'em
call it SLP stunt like my patnas [Chorus] [Verse 3] Dear lord heavenly father please forgive me Can't turn back on em now these niggas feel me Never dream of lettin em
it SLP stunt like my patnas [Chorus] [Verse 3] Dear lord heavenly father please forgive me Can't turn back on em now these niggas feel me Never dream of lettin em
intelligent to see that's irrelevant, nigga Size and shit when they firing clips You ain't a thug or a gangsta, stop lyin' you bitch I see you study
told em all All them little gangstas Who you think helped mould 'em all? Now you wanna run around and talk about guns Like I ain't got none What you think I sold 'em
way When I walk up in the piece I ain't gotta even speak I'm a bad mama jama goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta like me How you studying these hoes
away I graduated first in my class at Juilliard Took every acting workshop I could And I dreamed of Hollywood While I read my Uta Hagen and studied the