Diving in and diving out. Between the past. I lose myself to find. Somewhere a path. . Giving the best of me. I fall so blind. Living my memories. On present hides.
Yeah come on, come on, check it out. (Rockkkkkkkkkk). This is how we do it. (Roll). Yeah come on, everything. (Rolllllllllllllllll). Flipmode, Violator.
I seen many mc's getten laid to rest. Under stress, shot through they're bullet proof vest. Now you wanna be hardcore. You were never an outlaw. Until you just came off tour.
I feel so disappointed within human life. Driven by this sick ideal of buying paradise. Yeah everything is sold. But not for what it is. Money establishes the rules.
Rampage. Yeah motherfuckas is talk, bullshit Saddam. We hear that, we gotta take these niggas to war. I'm wit ya, Flipmode, check it out. Fuck the jacks.
Here we stand again chatting with our heads. About all the things we think. We should already have. Cause we try it real hard we've given all our best.
Holy lines. Bible vine. Spring almighty voice. Shared faith. Common grace. Light upon a different choice. Moral rules distinct tools. Frame divine approach.
[Incomprehensible]. . Rock on, rock on, rock on, rock on. Rock on, rock on, rock on. Rock on, rock on, rock on, rock on. Rock on, rock on, rock on. . I got chicks in my livin' room shakin' they asses.
What is ours.... What is ours.... . Slowly as some actions save quickly man destroys. Possibilities to embrace a future joy. . Crime.... Crime.... . Profits raise inhuman race seller's of our youth.
Chorus 4X. Simma rhyme, simma love, do these niggas iz bad. I was sure to suck a nigga, whose the dick iz bad. . [Serious]. Yo yo yo yo. In ya face, in ya face, in ya face.
Uh, check it out. No doubt son. Flatbush nigga. Yes yes y'all. It's that Hall Of Fame joint. This how we do it, tell em son. . Aiyo I pack more students, than whole Westberry.
Friend these words I write and think of you. In all the pain my silence dragged you into. I can't belive now, how could I have been so cold?. To you my friend, to close my eyes to leave you all alone.
Close your eyes. Free your reasons guide. Take a breath of simple life. Feel the air coming through your soul. Dragging you into unknown. . For a while, just fly, just let it flow.
[Intro]. Uh, yeah. Uh, uh. Uh, uh yeah. No doubt, uh. Ladies and gentlemen. It's the world premiere of the world's greatest. LBS, Rampage the Last Nigga.
Drop it. Uh, ladies and gentlemen. . Y'all siga siga sing it. Y'all siga siga sing it. Y'all siga siga sing it. Y'all siga siga sing it. Y'all siga siga sing it.
Smileless faces parking cars in the streets. We see this misery. . AND. . While we close our eyes it grows constantly. The richness made by poverty. .
Yo remember we was goin down to the mall. To get the juniors with some cheesecake. And these crums was in the front. You know what I was sayin. Yo blast what you was kickin to me, on the way to that piece.
Morning wakes within the sun. Blows a silent breeze. Falling dew enchants the air. With fragance streams. . A new day is set. In way to fulfil. All his nature course.
Interview Interlude:. [I]- Interviewer. [R]- Rampage. . [I] Hi I'm sittin here with Rampage. Whose album is comin out tomorrow. [R] I feel great. *beat kicks in*.
So many times, I taste the flavor of defeat. The ending line for a moment incomplete. A broken voice, a broken heart, a broken sky. I feel so aside. .