歌词：
A K The Sound Of Silence

this song to this kind of nigga Cuz number one, duke is drivin' in the motherfuckin' projects With a - with a Sebring, and with - with a rag off Y'na

99 Jefferson, Charleston, A.K., Jackie Rob, Clinton, Taft, Carver Lakeview, 1990, Wagner, Taihino, Harlem [Verse 1:] I don't care if you a old head,

just a Q. and A. Still ghetto with de mind of a needle Quicker than a cheetah, Draw nine millimeter up. Grab a man's chain If I get shifty, never in

Everything that exists in your perfect world Is a web that you weave Making victims of anything or anyone You never make sense cause you speak in tongues

My whole body is a spiritual facility Rock a vest after a lyrical killing spree The illest delivery, later for the talk we need action Silence is golden

sober to the weed aroma, catch a dark spell Black out, when I write into a coma Hold the profile, sorta like Jesus when I zone out R-E-K-S, the greatest

't a hit. Maybe I'm approaching it wrong. Look at him, a musician, a natural musician. This Motorcity was a serious little boy. Liked to pull down the

this song to this kind of nigga Cuz number one, duke is drivin' in the motherfuckin' projects With a - with a Sebring, and with - with a rag off Y'na'

Mo, blow a nigga out his clothes Come out the trench-coat with a Sawed-Off, and lay me down a hoe So if you think ScareCrow ain't a gangsta come and test