i feel this wave that is carrying me and i'm unable to stop i stand outside of my body but it continues to walk love me and touch me your body my feast
I'm back for more and I got the cure I know where I'm going for sure What we threw away, we should've saved Come and make my day I said some things That
my aches to you. Take the chance, to ignore what you're going through? My cold hand is there for you to take (If you leave, can I fall down) I'm your Berlin Chair
don't sleep till they 6 feet deep No 'lax' in my tracks they potent Fuck homicide, I'ma ride, keep smokin' I keep smokin' till the bullshit filter Like cigarettes, Dep came through, killed
im killin these niggas man this shit aint fair gimme the death penalty or the electric chair im in the electric coupe with the electric roof its electric
his weak nerves crack And fires four warning shots into a kid's back KILLERS! these are the killers KILLERS! the coldhearted killers KILLERS! bloodthirsty killers KILLERS! beware of the killers
here, bike here, throw it up, no high chair, cold like a white bear, freddie Kruger Im a rap b-tch nightmare, and I'm rich I could buy you, kill
the show we calm them We sympathise, we care And the hostile folk we keep apart 'til the red light says 'on air' Did you see our leather lovers All tied up to the chair
and the T.V. crews Well, they'd kill you if they could Angel of Mercy, people are suffering All over the world A Spanish boy could be killed Every night
hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that's real The needle tears a hole The old familiar sting Try to kill
Blessings in life to the children, they say "Life is like five days" Words of a old man with silver hair in his wheel chair His eyes were bloody while
Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen I spit a
carve my name Nas too real, Nas true king It's however you feel, g'head, you swing Your arms too short to box with God I don't kill soloists only kill
Put me in a hole in the ground With the money and the towel And the women, all runnin' around Can't complain about the mess Momma killed the only dress
away and they were sent off to a home. The children there did not have parents, were all alike and always staring, as they sat on chairs above the ground
shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods They shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood And now the story's all twisted up And if they gave the cop the chair
mattress And if the brain splatters, don't matter, that's what we practice Blast the rocket, knock off your leg Tear through your forearm Sit you in a chair
a quarter mill Running through the paper, buying copes and popping pills Money got low, you started acting ill You grew desperation, once again you got nailed Someone got killed