Red forbidden planet, amulets that conjure souls Doomed to float forever in the threshold of the crossroads Crossed bones & skulls, palms with a pulse
pulse in my spine, I choked and I whined I was sent here by God to bring hope to my kind First words was a note I spoke in a rhyme My album'll touch you
kids cooling out on the sofa with it We about to dominate the globe like Oprah did it We getting paper like John Travolta, nigga Hip hop ain't dead ?cause the pulse
rising tides drown all villages Divided fighters succumb to pillage Rescuers whatever your latitude It's time to pioneer a new world attitude Put local cycles first
Extremeties excite pulses and in turn different entities Won't break bread or split the peas But in the soup the mixture of several racial groups Minority
twelve up in the bedroom Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like My first LP, beef with me is unhealthy Fuck around and get an ulcer, loose your pulse
hate that my worth sparks But I ain't goin nowhere like a birthmark I pound puppies before they get to they first bark Anybody wanna get they first spark
on you being you It must be us that must enter those gates and We must know just what to do [Chorus] [Aceyalone] First I grab my, weapon then
approach them Or my daddy might get mad and break my wrist again And so I choose her, her hair, it matches with her face She is so lovely, my heart and pulse
spit blue pepper Benz blue leather, jet cool weather Cool meaning hot, so I don't need the top Calm down, breathe and stop Start and I'ma skip your pulse
fag? Now a player Baptized and born And the Children of the Korn (Children of the Korn, children of the Korn, I'm the first born) Fuck authority Hit
faces closed tight An angular mass of New Yorkers Pacing in rhythm Race the oncoming night They chase through the streets of Manhattan Head first humanity
don't know what I want, and that's all I've got And I'm picking scabs off my face Every hour my blood is turning sour And my pulse is beating out of
The first to admit I'm the doomed droog addict And I always will be, hey man, don't follow me, yeah No excuses for drug abuse, said these lines a thousand
First time I seen your face, I was like, "Damn" Put your arm around my waist, I was like, "Man" Gentle with the touch I ain't fuss still a strong hand
I'm a creature of the street And I rip off all the money I was kicked in the teeth Shoved face first through a window I got a gangland name And a teardrop
Moments of pleasure, in a world of pain Working together, only to fight again If we wait for the world leaders to decide Who will die first? So don't
sew together Perfectly stitched sutured and closed And staring through glass eyes Just one more step for mother dear Her first glance she looks and crys CORONER CORONER - Pulse