Perjures the jurors, witness despised Crooked lawyers, false Indictments publicized It's entertainment the arraignments, the subpoenas High profile gladiators in bloodthirsty arenas Enter the Dragon, black-robe crooked-balance Souls
[Verse 1: Black Thought] Knocked up 9 months ago And what she finna have she don't know She want neo-soul, this hip-hop is old She don't want no rock-
my enemy's eyes They see that it's war we life stealers Hollow tip, lead busters there's no Heaven or hell Dead is dead, fuckers and your soul is with
seen thugs cry, it's bugged why We let the slugs fly, enter your brain, through your skull Another thug died, pitchin' your soul into that infinite black hole Where many souls
not even have disdain for him Not even a stain on a memory looked up to Lacking all respect for him I'm blacking out the specks of decent thoughts That
day That one of us would want to run away As separate as black from blue And easy as a hundred years of solitude PRECHORUS CHORUS The night so lonely A heart so black
? To death, death death You could be the first to feel the heat To see how much we got, we got I still be the thuggish ruggish nigga Dressed in all black
Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa, killa, killa,
did'n even make any strides Murder all around the whole world is nausiating Everybody hating everybody over rated Why everybody actin' agitated? I thought
livin' (Gotta make my money, man, it's still the same, yeah) You know who I be, once again, comin' at you It's Jhaz (Jhaz) Megablast, top class, black
now? Let me know Do the saved souls travel the road of the souls lost? How come the dead can't talk? Through horrified eyes I can picture the other side Though
a little school money But in the sixth grade I wanted to be the school dummy And flunked outta school with the flag pole And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul
glad it's installed in me from day one Believe in something because most of my homies believe in nothing And paying for it, God bless your souls, I'll
this young black male Some see me stranded in this land of Hell. lail and crack cells [Unverified] culture or the repercussion While bustin' on back-stabbing vultures Sellin' my soul
you out, nigga, cause I'm troublesome And if they lyrical then what the fuck am I? The maker of miracles, every couple of lines Parallel lines in my soul
is black roses, drug dealer poses shoveling that devil?s angel up they noses never let jail turn my shine into Moses couldn?t cleanse my soul with them