Текстове на песни:
The End The Never Ever Aftermath

'm overloaded By all the explosions A spectacle of falling shells So now it's bombs away The blasting caps Will all laugh last With our collapse The never ever aftermath

mic's in hand and rhymes with clout So watch it sucker mcs or we're gonna turn you out We never talk trash, our rhymes are clean Our rhymes are never

Beginning with the aftermath Sayers of sooth who stand aloof To hide their inner laugh Depending on the circumstance I show my tools to where niggers

chain, you can call me insane, but the fact remains That I'm a psycho Better get it through your brain was a pice of shit, when you say my name, never

be, I'm not impressed its obvious ya'll never understood me, hey i dwell in a land of ten thousand hip hop fan's, an ever fan think's he's an emcee,

But better living should be earned, never fed or giving So I traded my recognition instead for a vision They always told me that I'd end up dead or in prison Who ever

end Stable, mature but a little unsure What am I looking for? Number 340's in here again And like the characters portrayed in a play No one ever stops

of halls Lest bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call For she must never waken

go down, chronic make your girl slow down Before she end up like Superhead, givin' super head Every nigga in the industry done fucked Superhead And I just might fuck her too If I ever