if it's a game of crack Thugin' is in my spirit I'm lost and not knowing scar'd up but still flowing energized and still going Uhh, can it be fate
it's confusin' The rules of the game is gonna get you through it, all day everyday Watch out for these snakes and fakes, friends comin' down the way I know it
far as that album you dropped, I ain't feelin it I wouldn't buy your record if it had a hundred dollar bill in it... I'm killin it (Chorus) (Verse
it your life But I might just take it away (Hektik) Darkness It's time to wreck shit Peep the perspective Bram Stoker's Dracula can't fuck with Hektik Inject it
reverse and reverse and chop it and pluck it and cut it and spit it and sew it to joy on the edge of a cyclop and spinet it to rage on the edge
I'm at your house You open up and say that you?re not even ready at all You run up stairs to paint your toes Then you trip and fall and you rip your
fatal Round 'n' round spins a forty-five Is it vinyl or a bullet? One to kill one keeps alive Get on your knees and suck it Looking down the barrel
the nation, Call subversive infiltration. Live with a lie, Crush neck; cruch your back; cruch your head, Cause it's dead, Transmutation mutilation Rip
of this u-47 It was a great microphone in it's day Until it met it's fate One evening while it was in the studio It was struck by the lyrical force of
your algebra with calculus (give it up) Damage your pattern I'm pounding you so fabulous (give it up) Enough is enough is enough and I'm busting up
your algebra with calculus (give it up) Damage your pattern I'm pounding you so fabulous (give it up) Enough is enough is enough and I'm busting up outta
that they were being systematically murdered. no one wanted to pick people out of a crowd and line them up for execution, The only alternative left was
cause you were standing in the wrong line This is not the fate is for sure a pure pen The gift is hitting home on your dome because we meant it You'll
, well damn, who is it? It's ms. melodie, the real, so get with it [? ] Fatalistic pessimistic, a big conspiracy The way they treat blacks, in white society It
poet Don't blow it, if it's lost, I'll show it If it's torn, I'll sew it It's kinda off beat yeah I know it The styles I originate, I don't wait for
and then That's the way fates come unsealed That's the way life and death's revealed First thing you must set the method down Next you mustn't pick it up
, well I hold Thomas Golden nooks and crannies Win my ticket raffled off the recycled thought shoppin spree winner Congratu-fucking-lations, I dropped it now you got it But it
, on my way to see my weebles up in deep east Oakland, smokin on some premo, in a clean ass, coke white El Camino, dual exhaust sparkin, park it like