knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute, because Step by step, heart to heart Left right left, we all fall down Like toy soldiers Bit by bit, torn
or else it's torn to pieces while our thesis is untouched Saved on my PC under the filename of Funcrush Megabytes bumrush, by one punch, upon my keyboard
case the joint, play it off like I'm just browsin' Catch you for your valuables, starvin'? Now you're full but never should you doubt the pull of one
at the beautiful cloud formations below you and above you This could be heaven Think of the colour of the sun as it shines off the clouds In these
) Now them seventy niggas? Thirty gon' hate us That's why I play the role, keep control And throw them off wit' these dirty gators See time was torn '
I wanna be alone) all by myself said I'm staying home, I don't need no one else (wanna be alone) verse two: I was cool, gave you one more chance you
made my history He fought for what he thought would set us somehow free He taught me what to say in school I learned it off by heart but now that's torn
hang by his toes Till they took him to Russia 'cause they could I suppose They dressed him up in a spacesuit and it started to snow Shot him off in a
seemed so right So young and so eager, no end in sight But now we are prisoners in our own hearts Nothing seems real, it's all torn apart No one knows
to ball and we'll be needing new drawers. Drawers, the one-twos that run through walls. Keep in mind this flow is used for practice. Even so still top choice off
headed up the steps and I followed behind And I could tell by his face he had death on his mind He stood by the room and the door was cranked Then he took off
up the steps and I followed behind And I could tell by his face he had death on his mind He stood by the room and the door was cranked Then he took off
casual] I need a little bit of space Back up. hittin with the bass in case You act up. it's casual; I motherphuckin rip the track up Off the head of by
she was losing her mind She found it in the discarded refuse pile Down near the railroad line A book of sonnets torn and tattered A few remained intact One
jocking and still jacking, you must be wack kid That's why allow the sultan to rap The aftermath, the bloodbath of paragraph Every title you held been stripped off Love torn
Tangled in the webs that she weaves Dangling in disbelief, trapped I can?t breathe She?s the one that left me, stranded feelin? empty Now I?m all alone
dreamer standing on the edge You dream of love but you wake up to pain You're better off to join in my game Then she'll be better off to cry contrite tears One
meanin' Brothers of murder victims share the same grief The elderly shake their head in disbelief and no relief came till I aimed And blast one shot