they breedin more rebels than the whole damn ghetto And police brutality Shit it put you in the nip and call it technicality So you reap what you sow So reap
America Sinking in the garbage of America Stuck in the brain of America Suffering in the body of America lying in the wicked spirit of America Dying In the old soul
in lava Still sweeter to the ladies than a box of Godiva Music industry is like a game of cops and robbers Too many Indians, no chiefs to follow What I'm sowing today, I be reaping
your future, someone gonna shoot ya) Will you get your girlfriend back, as if I know that I can only tell you where your soul is headed And will remain
you wish away the wars and the coming of Apocalypse? Devastating like the chambers and dungeons combined And slicker than a 20 sided die Once we were not found divine, must roll for soul
's done, it's dead Ticky tocky, ticky dead A thousand lives I do live As I open wide Pandora's lid The hourglass has come to reap My waking soul as I
And then the summer comes bringing warm rains of reason And time to reap his crop of heartache and pain Though you?ve got no reason to go there And there ain?t a soul
Death is an angel sent down from above sent for the buds and the flowers we love Truly 'tis so for in heaven's own way each soul is a flower in the Master
will die while you were this high? Did you think the streets sweaper will make you look at the reaper then take a peak at death and your soul when it
you were for warned, now witness like horns unveiled I'm taking you on a hell ride so grab those safety belts and fasten 'em Through the screams of tortured souls and eternal flames crackling Refusing to reap
floss my teeth on the Gospel tracks I'm not an Apostle, but I bring the axe to ya back I chew and attack like Crest on plaque After that, your world is flack, you drop into a hole Your mold separates from your soul
Reap's the motto +Killing You Softly+ with Islam right knowledge For hollow-head pieces that worship dead Jesus And still don't keep His commandments I Leave souls
? You're ready? Yo, this one goes out to Prince Paul, my man Fruitkwan The Gatekeeper, Prince Rakeem And last but not least the Grym Reaper As your soul
pound it through your brains (Through your brains) Yo I'm the immovable object, that dwells up in your project Deeper than mob threats, the Reaper's
city where secrecy?s golden Live or die in the Chi, we kill demeanors wit inferred beamers Death is the sinner Whether the Reaper awaits your fate with your soul
you know that talking shit ain't wise nigga I'll advise you and your guys to get the fuck outta my presence I got trigger eyes venom plower situations reaping
fuckin' eyes was closed Now I'm sittin' here, wishin' that my guys didn't know They love a G, so they despise a soul What they gon' do to him, beyond my control When the reaper
love Fresh out of jail, hard to kill, took two shots and lived It ain't my time, I asked the Lord, to put the reaper on hold I know my soul is kinda cold