tank cam glued to the box like the opposites'll shake hands (no) enough Hell for the world's hand baskets enough Cell's for the world's hand captured (
there Verse 3: I used to be an o.k. guy, now im a home fly. So much to tell, my room's my cell. Pre-Chorus:
blood saw your hell through a blood-flushing well dreams are dead as i bathe in blood washed out the life of every cell death exploration as i bathe
Mike, sometimes the opposite of watcha like I'm tired of the taps within Sometimes your brain's your cell prisons the skin you in Gettin' change beyond the point blank
put in my mind I like the blank way You fill up my mind I like the blank way You fill up my mind I like the blank way You fill up my mind
8, standing 8 You can't look to me when you sealed your own fate It's one to four and you're halfway there I can tell from your face, your and blank
turning in my back, How would life be if the world smoked weed? Guaranteed there'd be peace not greed, See, it's hell, Living in a cell, Legalize the
's why I live my life always on the run You never know when you're gonna be looking down the barrel of a gun Point blank Point blank you can put that
hope your listening come on in let me take you on a ride (on a ride) inside I fail to realize (realize) there is the holding cell of Koopsta ain't
Sons of the silent age Stand on platforms blank looks and note books Sit in back rows of city limits Lay in bed coming and going on easy terms Sons of
sack of that green stuff While I write G, yeah yeah right Hard life, now picture this A nigga in jail, rappin' while his folk in the next cell Tappin
killing me Awake in this cold cell i I just hope you're happy Awake in this cold cell I break my body against the wall Awake in this cold cell I am my
minds time oceanic Dissolve me His own light, now it's gone The thirst came on And it come on in waves He would dream of cells swollen with water Blank
sick wit it Set the standard in Atlanta How to get get get it So you up and coming rappers Wanna dis just kill it I'm officially the realest Point blank
somethin' Yo, bust this I'm kinda like a soldier, see I told ya When I pick up the mic I'ma hold ya Captive, a mack-tive, I'll make sure I'll track it L'll speak a cell
Hurricane been incarcerated all of his life Started out at like twelve Trapped in a belly of hell Grew into a man inside of a cell Yo, anger just
down like munchkins doin lunges Rippin through stomach muscles like crunches Like metal nunchukes, smashin ya ribs till their soft like sponges Coughin up a lung of blood cells
know southern charms Not a currency 'round there So you buy your gun You build a house Raise an attorney Civil defence You know the neighbour with the roses He's firing blanks