One time Uh for these freaky hoes I lust But I'm still flickin' ashes a lot of other motherfuckers snort dust But that's they thang a lot of us fall
niggaz Leavin' the cut in a rage Loadin' up my Mac, goin' to my crib, to get my 12 gauze One of my boys just got shot, huh Fuckin' around, in that million
Apocalyptic, born to spit it Niggas thinking the Lord did it Regardless of their efforts to be the hardest, critics Y'all with it, if not my verbs spit shots
out! Yo, with the quickness, so swift you miss this lyrical fitness Now get this, these emcees wanna test me like litmus, bear witness I'm like shot clocks
everybody else Yeah, me Oh, this one's, this one's just for me Yeah, yeah, yeah, me Oh, somethings, somethings are just for me Yeah, yeah, yeah, me Oh, this one's, this one
rip the jacker daggers Slay dragons with old passages from black magic manuscripts I found in the cabinet written in Arabic Translate to characters one by one
kill the hope you feel inside Let's get it straight you need to get back up and try again Because sometimes the only path to take Is the hardest one to walk Last shot
the past But we only get one shot at today So leave regrets to yesterday We know that the faces come and go So we need to make this mean even more Every effort
One-two, one-two, mic check, one-two, one-two (You don't know, that I really love you) Yo, yo, you'll never know, check me out (You don't know, that I
HOLLOW WILL YOU WATCH ALL YOUR LIFE FROM THE OUTSIDE WILL YOU MARCH TO THE END PLACID AND PARALYZED OR WILL YOU TAKE IT IN ONE SHOT WITHOUT A CHASER
It seems that all successful things and all the envy that they bring might not be worth it. Being shot down every minute for the effort you put in and
When I first got in to magic, yeah.) When I first got into magic, it was an underground phenomenon Now everybody's like pick a card, any card If I shot
greater everyday Yeah, I've said my piece I've taken one last look at what's inside Tried to say so much without words Taken a shot but left my pride
What sort of material do you suggest? James Joyce? Dostoyevsky? BETTY I think pictures should at least try to say a little something. JOE I see you're one
watch, be out Yo, with the quickness, so swift you miss this lyrical fitness Now get this, these emcees wanna test me like litmus, bear witness I'm like shot
Nobody's willing to take any chance Drown you brain in the rave machine and dance, boy dance You got one last shot here to change your world Yeah, one
[Verse1 (Isam)] It all begins with the early morn' prayer A humble peace to the angels on each of my shoulders Before I seize the sun, one kiss gon' hit
front of me, deliberatly they block me from my dreams and progress. I just let them win. And never try again. I gave it one last shot, they knocked