Warm your hands, a smokestack heart. Swear on your cloudy eyes. Someone's talking through your mouth. Some monkeys sleep through anything. . Easter postcards, cloudy eyes.
Another washout, brake lights showing. Probably gonna slow down, no way of knowing. Let's hear the outline, I see where it's going. I know where it came from a bubble in the moment.
Though, I may be miles away from her. With years that pass without a word. I've never seen a moon so high. Her name hangs down from there, tonight. . So, put your little hand away.
I went down to meet my maker. And the water tastes salty. What's on my lips,. The letter you sent me. . I found a good friend. But let her go to easily.
I stay sharp yeah mack diamond so sharp that's me I mean you kno my money grown but I stay sharp I pull up lookin like new money still so crisp so fly hoppin outta the latest whatever you kno what it is lets go.
[Verse 1: Baby]. Mack 10 said he got it and he servin fo' six. But I'm the bird man nigga, need to score some shit. I need a warehouse full, with pets, riders.
Mack, you got everything on here except some damn rock'n'roll. Shit, don't speak too soon. . I got to know, baby. I got to know, baby. . Girl, do you still wanna be a ho? (Huh?).
Feat. Big Tymers, Mickey. (Mack 10). What?. . (Baby). Hmm-hmm. . (Mack 10). You reday to tell `em. . (Baby). Listen tell `em about you fresh. . Hook 1: (Mickey).
I did everything. That you asked me. And more. Went to the Moon and back. All you went Was out the door. Know that I lived up. To my side of the deal.
In my dominion I control the weak. And in vain in pain they turn the other cheek. I'm soulless. In my dominion I tear their soul apart. Pure eternal hate run through my soulless heart.
Peeling your flesh away sever it from your bones. Seperating your head from your body then revel in your blood. Maiming your mangled corpse Tearing your skin apart.
Buried beneath the rain from this clouded sky. I can't breathe but still emotions flow through me. Like I never left your side. I can hear you cry from my final place of rest.
Scars from a shattered life. Sunken to an emotional abyss. Memories of blood. Multiple voices inside of me. Dismembered personality. I'm lost in my sick head.
We came down by the factory. industrial yards where my father did work. When I was a boy, I went too far. I lost the thread in the darkest of space. If I become antique, you collect me.
The world through your eyes looks so elegant. That perfect slanting light, the satin gowns. Could it really be such a place of harmony?. . And the stars glitter off your walls.
Yo six o'clock every morning you waking up yawning. To the sound of your alarm clock alarm. About an hour from now. You should be at the place of employment.
+Spartibus+. . [Canibus]. Yeah, This is Spartibus. Yo, yo, yo. . You wanna spar wit 'bus. Then let's get started ''cause. Atomic thrusts turn you into cosmic dust.
"Yo this shit right here is some shit some serious shit". . Yo the fact that I'm down wit Def Squad's hard to determine. Till you see me hoppin out the Coupe wit E Sermon.
This is Showtime at the Gallows. Rip The Jacker. Yo, I dialogue wit Amen-Ra 'til he gives me the nod. Or replaces me wit a supercomputer automaton. I don't barter for time I'm a martyr to rhymes.