bed The fugitive pugilist Luminous, anonymous Doomsday is looming us, it's obvious Heal like the hands of a medicine man Decon feathers Flesh on bone
man listen Y'all niggas is fembots We bend blocks with big shots And kill your little homey like Kid Rock's I kid you not, kick rocks or kick box And
breakdown, it's all the same Havin a nervous breakdown, draw you insane It's just pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain Another man's loss, another man's
tools, being fed ice cubes Pain in you head Change of the bed Doped up and soaking while police on top Doctors monitor your heart (heart beating) Sergeant
heart was gone and the best thing that you could do is crawl away and die a??It's the painful cry of a man's despair deep down in his bones a??I guess
's ugly I'm trapped, don't wanna be a rich man Not a poor man, I need my own land Because the rich man be stressing all the dumb stuff They cut there
'll never guess what's up My mucking head blew up My chins in an old man's backyard I gotta sneak threw his yard To find the motherfucker And he's gotta
come My daddy's passed out with an empty bottle of rum Although she's been gone long, I do not miss my mother And he's a sorry fuck, so there's nothin
what? Pick up your guns, now what the fuck I get the fuck up, your truant lifestyle, let's rough I'm even gon' be rich or poor, dead or handcuffed Niggas
all day, no I pop up with the glock up like it's Groundhog's Day And then I let a round off man Now how that sound off man When that pound go bang? Your
Colorblind from Ice Cube's album Death Certificate Here's another day at the stoplight, I'm lookin in the mirror so I can see who can see me, South Central
let him stand till midsummer's day Till he looked both pale and wan And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard And so become a man They've hired
one chance 'cause I don't love you And I'll be boned if I cock back and slug you For all my dead niggas, that's above you It's like a feud, my family
it's told But had compassion for your foes wit'cha heart of gold While I was rappin and singing you started slangin and bangin But with money comes greed saw your heart
P. That's the love, that's the love, that's the Lexus, that's the Benz That's the thug, that's the thug, that's the thug, that's the thug The owners,
all end? I'm suited up in Timberland boots, Regime marchin' God damnit I'm a grown man, time to take my own stand/ Fuck the federations, my heart is
Well I was stranded, one million miles from earth The safety device on my ship didn't work Floating around half dead with no future in the vacuum of space