. West the rap game where words became flesh A whole pound of herb won't dissolve my stress Still I ride to the death, love hip-hop 'Cause Afrikabababa was
t fair, it says it ain't right It says it's going down tonight We finally made it to the drop spot King and Weston Ave, Snoody Fox The posse was there
authority Made a priority to deceive the majority Of disinterested peers, dodging duty for years Hating the process waiting to be returning to their careers Do we expect the system made
other sides and feel the kiss of flesh. "Take your clothes off," I commanded like a bold and common bandit basking in a feeling of control. I was standing
got thick I took in all their evidence and made it mine Not realizing that while they were ballin' I'd be doing time All they had to do was push the
What made them real was the action in between She dreamt that Assata was free in they old house in Queens The fact that they always came true was the
I was visiting Atlanta when I met this strip dancer Now love was the question and shorty was the answer She was dancing on the stage in her lingerie And
Man verse] New Method Man! Eminem... Royce... CLUE! [echoes] [Method Man] Niggaz is like "Oh my God not you!" Yes I'm in the flesh like hollow heads
a wasting my time When i realised i was the king of the rhyme I got on the microphone and what do you see huh! The rest was my legacy I was born to be
baller I take on all y'all nigga, now that's a baller I was trained to hang 'til the raid is over Roll wit' nothin' but a whole brigade of soldiers I was
with weed, ash, hip and sage Merry thug raid, may they bust in gauge Merry judge pray, when they lower my cage And my flesh return to wet clay From which I was made
, it's war Priesthood, Priest (Mother Earth was pregnant from third thing Your in lock with it, I have tasted the maggots of the man, I was no up in this
, it was proof that the devil do" But still it's like I see something, I hear things I saw words in the white boy's lying rag Said he was gonna die poor
game Where words became flesh A whole pound of herb won't desolve my stress Still I ride to the death, love hip-hop Cause Afrikabababa was def, a
was watchin' New Jack City And fuckin' with, Uncle Paul got me dying to ball Everythin' I talk about I live it All you hear these rappers rap about I really did it I was
, caught on to the end of the rope and swung Then stood stiff as if I was on a cliff Not beneath sticks, my feet are made of bricks When I walk my footprints
Premo on the beat, yeah I know it sounds different But his man's just passed, yeah his soul's just risen Cold, cold, world is the word that was given
just aggrevated I ask myself every day, how these faggots made it? Fuck around with the don and get decapitated I'm sick of hearin 'em souls for all the cats that made