I tought... I fall from the sky to you I tought... ...silence
Bonus Track (Instrumental)
Yeah! Termination Evacuation In god creation Lost this mission Follow me In cyper sleep, that you could be After pain Burn the flesh Burn to dust Touch
(Instrumental)
Shame Shame on me Shame on you Never lick my skin Between your legs so wet Torturing me They say that tonight is a cursed night Devoid of all light
Let the Blood Poor Out of the skies So our children can see our true corruption Let the streets ring out the screams of our filth For this is a cleansing
I'm analog two inch tape Vintage warm with a potent Hiss venomous memories Always ready to strike like this At your heels Don't you feel Like a trip
a multi-millionaire So how is it I'm still the hardest nigga here? I don't be in the project hallway Talking 'bout how I be in the project all day That
what I do to ya Might wrap you in plastic, ship you off the Jupiter Boys, I roll with Wu-Syndicate sharpshooters who smuggle coke in parachuters Politic in silence
't know, who we be (They still ain't ready) What they don't know is The bullshit, the drama, the guns, the armour The city, the farmer, the babies, the mama The projects
the rebel dawg, Kickin' ass and takin names, on a whole 'nother level dawg, Grown since a teenager, mobile phones and Sky Pagers Brought up in the projects
coolin in NY, I'm chillin in NY The hoods is on my block and the brothers at the court The baseball hats is on and the projects is calm Dreamtime's extended
York, I'm chillin' in New York The hoods is on my block and the brother's at the court The baseball hats is on and the projects is calm Dream time's
the company Apoligies in order, to T'Yanna my daughter If it was up to me, you would be with me Sorta like, Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest Silencers