it's hopeless I'll incinerate you in my crematory innovator what I breathe is gory, disinegrate ya no need for stories for the police, my flow heat leave
O! {I just put these things on my car man! I told you!} [Verse 1: Swizz Beatz] Once you hear the police hatin (Hatin) Cause we makin money WOO! WOO!
later) [Everlast] They sellin' teen dreams On the TV screens They got a fund for the gun And a ghost in the machine They police the crack fiend But protect
There's no Ghost in this machine, I make my own mistakes, we seem like skeletons with bonehead police, histories can crucify, human supernaturalize,
speak through a mic my voice peak out at a hundred watts Who wanna cipha, I get dumb Word to my mother the father the holy ghost and Rev. Run When it
and not a slingshot Step to this and get a ass-whoopin like Rodney King got Or get beat to your death like Cochise My laws is no peace, fuck the police
till it's hopeless I'll incinerate you in my crematory innovator what I breathe is gory, disinegrate ya no need for stories for the police, my flow heat