[Chorus: Whether eyes closed or blind (HANDS TIED) Who's man enough to and roll (LET'S RIDE) That's how done, you can run (RUN) run (CAN'T HIDE) We keep our tight, ain't that right? (THAT'S RIGHT)
One: Jise One] I the meek that shall inherit the surrogate means of life Degenerate intermedial, slice words, sell it for trife Price sell out yourself that ain't (get outta here) Shiest heads, get on knees! Roll over like you were dice Splice my words, my conscience rich the hell with peasants Tenants of apprehensive board and beast incentives Relative to the of my hand Stripping my face mash with meat to death in war stance We hangman! (Hotdamn!) We to phantoms spittin these street anthems Quiet niggas to We baggy denim to fashion, live niggas to Samsung Live ass niggas who but then run Somebody's son that die young himself "dunn"
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Two: Q-Unique] Illimination of whole generation next Cover your earth span in a deep and three easy steps One son in awe what his man saw He explained; "Q-Unique, but it was like into gigantor" Crowds gatherin like enquirin minds to Pen scribblin with more thoughts than analysts Under hand suspects for a clear coast I've influenced an independent movement like Albizu Campos Except to connect and lift to the sector Take the light, you shine and spit it back like a reflector Move with the word, the hidden type phenomenom Plaque playas of the dark age with they armor on
Three: Swel Boogie] Wondering murder it was, left no fingers- and An intelligent mind, clever, how ever this thinks but is a bad word, I'm raising knives and illin Doing my people favors and lives by killin Consider me hero, my body is jam pack a war, you either stand up or stand back This man's wack, out of his crane, just do what he to do Don't want to see him hurtin or killin the of you I'm a psychopath, of the psychopaths bomb, ready to blast, dirty man cleanin the trash but don't get it twisted, I'm after a certain desease 'cause what I'm talkin about y'all, is MCs
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