Lirieke: Jim Jones. On My Way To Church. Twin Towers.

Born in the poverty probaly never get off of monopoly want me to stop with all the monotony looka t me i cula hide my rockaly nigga waht fuck the media how could u come livein favorly bother me tell me to simmer it down popa the system of this perosnal melody murada us around waht if a rap whould happen nigga its deeper then rappin vanishin not neva gone change my style i do waht i wanna pop till the body rot stop gerneration x i am the mastermind gerneral milerant 7th side revolution rebelious totaly outta line im stil in the mind of appoctolipic bibilical oppimistic thank my lucky stars never to save my graces im so greatful god take me to the promis land all i see is cats with guns soap in my sock county charges stuck in the stuggle with nuthin but 1 neva would have a frined liek me reality checkin the crooked judge mad because they rappin is over we fuckin soilders we fuckin thugs and aint nobody stoppin my fuckin drugs if i could melt down the words and put them in plastic suges rip it to the nation let it go puff puff bitch i would speak yo mind even if they get affended cuz ride off in the sunset with the street niggas cuz thats who i love standing next to capo twin towers shooot up to the heaven skys we rollin down the 95 take the bridg im ready to die..

by the grace of capo grace of capo n a moment of silence by the grace of capo and a momnet of silence in the mist of tyrance and silence and demons alliances motherless children are born papas the one who murderd her whitness the vision first hand puffin masters by sourcerers
by the grace of capo grace of capo n a moment of silence in the midst of tyrance and violance im flossin my diamonds by the grace of capo im the midst of the hood when the shit be all good but murders go down u kno they go down..

straight out the projects B and im tellin yall it was so hard for me commin up hard in these harlem streets when niggas jus starve cuz its hard to eat some niggas get robbed on these harlem streets rediculous sagas the hard concrete bitches have boost to credit card scammins niggas that shoot the let it all blammers ppl say shoot cuz the clap u by scanners so if u watch where the birds fly dont speed when u swerve high cuz ull meet me in the third high put ya squeeze in ya whole ride see im always in my rear view see the lord in my rear view pray to the lord he can hear you im the nigga on the corner plus my niggas on the corner

(Thanks to josh for these lyrics)