s our turn to stand over their grave. I'm a do it right this time...I'm awake...I'm a wait until their fuckin' skin decays." You can't roam a lost land
go for hitin hoez with this dick If I thro you a brick, roll they ballz to nips When I ask where my paper at? Have my chipz If you don't have half my
my shirt, I got a life I'm tatted so when I die you can see what's deep my eyes Trues ride but trues die, my nigga, don't cry I shedded my last tear when
the masters to my Psalm under his arm But long before I even wrote 'em 23 elders each wrote me a Psalm and placed them within my motor neurons It contained
, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake up shiverin', pull my hoe close to me,
to the future we go Back to the future we go Hold up wait a minute Let me put my shit up in it I roll on my own tempo Sometimes my shit goes solo
's is my apprentice, Shave his fucking comb over off his head and made my exit, They can't see me cause me see dyslexic, Cooking acid tabs in my omlette
criminal times but time rollin in reverse I wanted to be older, before I saw a hearse Take the weight off my boys who are buckwild The life and death
Lyrics - Burtz] Hot, the skin burns like fire But inside you're cold as ice Wild desire's in my brain Drives me insane You, you took me under fire The
been traded Only activated, it came out very complicated Not separated, from my DJ You see my voice is now faded I'll see you folks around the way Criminal
these last drops. Tarnished skin only sin when I awoke on sidewalk. Seen your movements through peripheral Remain same individual. When a man's viewed as criminal
get that bullet inside of your chest I'll sin the hood that I claim Is tattooed arcossed my back It's in my skin [Chorus] [Knightowl] I be the fool
body pumpin' up blood, in a puddle of blood. Hell's up under that mud. They I know I'm gonna pull it. My sawed-off draws them bullets. I'm being pressured