Lyrics:
Voice Sting

Translation: Sting. Voices Inside My Head.

soul It seems he tapes his eyes closed From huffin' on, that's what he's puffin' on His style is rough, he wears his hair in cornrolls His jeans hang

night I know That you could pull me through You could always pull me through Even when I'm lying here Drowning in my blues You take the sting out of

blast, even though I shot last The underdog stranger, super freak hot blast The hard drop rip is a hostile swing Kiss my Redemption with a fist full of sting

it so fresh for ya Just cause I make it possible for the rest of ya To just take it there come on and Get your head ringin' from the sting of the snare

money gone but ur weed aint stolin. "keep that shit" (chorus) mr. sesame seed theres somthing wrong wich yo bag, its more seed than its weed, more stems

hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down and crafted in seconds Lady's choice, the golden voice

like chess, and then I yell "checkmate" You know why I get zanier and zanier? Because of EPMD mania When I walk through the crowd I can see heads turning I hear voices

mud Guttural, sexual, in those clandestine woods THE KILLER: Down at the river's edge Below the concrete bed The smell of lilac in your hair Where the stinging