tragedy macabre resurrection of the fallen, the undead start to rise driven by hunger for vengeance we're left with little time to question the motives
'm not sure But I'll decorate the spine for her We're not who we might prefer The motives move so self-asssured They saddled around me A black and empty
man convey it Commit to his terms no need for concern, From his own mistakes, yeah baby you must learn Hand full of tricks, A fist full of motivation
I'll be writing till I'm dead or maybe till I'm alive All the emptiness I've bled has only helped me survive Something melted inside when the tones hit
we don't need you gettin' high and doin' bids for us And listen up close all my wannabe thugs The realest warriors was always motivated by love They used
This is the last ditch ever I dug Once there were motives but they have been lost Dig through the sand still you end at the rock This is the ditch that
Fear is just interpretation Feeds my motivation Our time together is A bloodbath of serenity Plead no more There's no confusing the finale Excitation
didn't know em would ya life look the same Can they tell you value Jesus by the way you rep his name? Man what's the point of living if I'm living for myself Lord empty
tired of wasting time And my back is breaking Underneath all this lies This feels like second best I'm trapped in false content My cup is half empty
lost up in the music Getting lost up in the music Give me one more lie that's all I need One of those alibis you feed to me 'Cause that's my motivation
s your oyster Your time is mine What's yours is mine, all mine There's no honor among thieves So we worked together Varied rich and famous crime Had your motives
had nightmares, Manchuz came on through Assassin's interior, humble exterior You're getting warrier, stagering from the javelin Rhymes get ate, like Pharoah Gram's, see eight Motivate
your clocks and place bets Wait, let's prey on blind, deaf, dumb, dead Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you said Emcees drag their feet across a big naked land With an empty
to misbehave, All the way to the grave, South Side is my resting place Took a right on Lyndale, I'm getting near But then the road became empty and
fuck are you thinking? What the fuck? Your eyes and their vision, empty, staring What the fuck are you seeing? What the fuck? So singularly your motives
what i sew ima beast dat should be heavily medicated dats they oppinion to me im jus dedicated motivated by da thoughts of empty mouths an nightmares of comin home to a empty
Around here shit's rougher than Stone Cold Steve Austin Floss, ridin' dirty with strikes against me Say what's on my mind and the critics can give me Some empty
The evil fell from your pretty mouth, wrapped in your classic voice Angelic in your syntax, demonic in your motive Your pretty eyes don't know that The