mean, without a soul, I find myself looking up from a down a hole. Reason skips me, see through eyes of red, pumpin' my heart, pounding my head. My senses are shell
dreams lie shattered shards endure now the wraiths her mind possess like shells of precious flowers dried out and hung with love making eyes into frozen
beat your shit and leave this bitch with your Eyes closed Froze, I'm creepin up on you with that fuckin missle 30 oz six shotgun shells, all he heard
Can pride be the essence of what drives a man? Motivational force a will to succeed World be captured an untamed need What strange secrets do you hide
[Van Drunen / Daniels, Van Drunen] Lust is our motive a divine gift burning sensations let your mind drift lust awakes feelings we usually hide lust
Tical! You make the call, I make the call! It's all for all Method Man, Raekwon the Chef (Count my shells) And there's about to be one left (Count my shells
able to touch, smell, see, speak, and hear My fans cheer, my time is finally here The past depart the present 'cause the future is near Anticipation, magnified my motivation
dusk, night, morning I'll bust tight poems Raw, just might (?) ya'll With the white motive, motivation Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your
dusk, night, morning I'll bust tight poems Raw, just might (?) ya'll With the white motive, motivation Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your weight
have my soul fulfilled You gotta stop now, get original Start practicin', master your flow We delegate the skills to conversatin' The loss of motivation
attack Look to the air for stories To choose, who will be your next victim Profiting on visions of others Dark emotions run through its veins Its motives
ll take the rest of my life off I've got a brand new Beemer that I'm tradin up For a run down puddle jumpin' pick'em up truck Got a camper shell and wrap
a quiet way that bites it even more Say it Tell me what you want yeah I'll do it baby I promise right now Say it Who propped you up when you were stopped low motivation
to rest my pride And feel all right with just good enough Thoughts, they gather Tellin' me to look to find a bright new way To assemble all the stimulated motives
Intro/chorus: all together The mic strikes, the main event, there's no dull moment They frail cause their shell lack one component That's the motive
just wanna just give up But you gotta search within you, try and find that inner strength And just pull that shit out of you, and get that motivation
my soul fulfilled You gotta * Stop now, get original Start practicin, master your flow We delegate the skills to conversating The loss of motivation