you a baby born with teeth Ready to speak, the sign the end is near His first words, uh, uh are, "Where's daddy?" Can you hear the world stand still?
how sometimes I feel Like this whole world's a one horse town And no matter how hard I try not to know, I'll see you around But I'll disappear before you get near
The clock extends we live without The ringing slumber, forgotten years The angels sing when the end is near One day soon, you'll make a mess The world
and i'm on the top bunk while they on the bottom one hope you brought your oven mits cuz all my shit be hot as fuck how the fuck i end up here, better
time to slow down Better take time to veer off the road Enjoy the sights while you are here There's nothing to fear but fear itself Who knows when the end is near
stop it when will all of this end Got one last message to send We're killing off the planet, the end is drawing near Brother fighting brother, a world
Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue St. Anne's skirts are billowing But down here in the city of the lime lights The fans of Santa Ana
A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never to get free of the rear Better to get just near the mirror, ready to get near my heirs Gimme the knock and I'ma chop it, he
Don't remember much about my baby days, But I been told We used to live on Willow near the Garden District Next to the Sugar Bowl Momma used to wheel
's hard for you to do The world is full of people, dying to be free So if you don't my friend There's no life for you, no world for me Let's all get
all your might March on metal warrior You can't lose You can't win without a fight Prophets tell us of some fear For the end is drawing near We
the world in a different way The dead society of a poet Homie I'm focused but thats something that a dude can't prove I mean fair, I was damn near invisible
I hear we livin in the last days it?s revelation and you best get right with God or else hell is waitin the world is conin to an end /everyday it?s a
where you stand I can see land from the crow's nest 50 degrees west Fire the cannons my man, shatterproof [Prevail] I mix the world thickest plot
buy that Wakin up again I look around and find another year has passed We're discovering at last near a lover not so fast here I'm hovering to make time
You ain't one of The L.O.X., you don't flow nowhere near me You ain't Tip, Ali Shaheed, Phife Nigga you probably (The Low End Theory) {"Put some money
filthy My moms and pops mixed me With Jamaican Rum and Whiskey Huh, what a set up Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off Uhh, 'cause in this world