You built your whole life out of lies, If it continues, I will rip out your tongue! And feed it right back to you. You built your life out of lies, And
"In the year 1982 a music was created. It was given the title: Gangsta Rap It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared By the establishment
face to the sky) Let sadness...let sadness wash away I can hear I can hear the thunder I can see the lightning flash (But I will not lay low) 'Cause when the storm
onneee Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, competition, ready to die, Opposition, never survive, when I get done, bustin my rhyme, Imma criminal transformed to a lyrical bad storm
Ooh, I just hear mom prayin', I just hear gran sayin "Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me" Eight decades and four years and gran still kickin
Once the love was strong Now it's long, long gone ?Cause the pain came down like the storm I remained holdin' on ?Cause I want you, ?cause I want you
? Gotta wait your turn I spit a .41 revolver on New Year's Eve With the mic in my hand I mutilate MC's The most slept on since Rip Van Wink My shit stink
' targets And my lyrics be the atomic rockets, cosmic vomic, spittin' Hittin' at y'all Vietnam vets wit military arms and bombs Strapped to our chest castin' meteor storms
s me A gift to read minds, got ESP Hottest thing on the go since PSP's You're feelin' kinda warm, like you was havin' sex You're wetter than a storm,
Says negro on my birth certificate Born in 1960 in a nation Throughout / ive been a spokesperson For a generation Within the same ol fear of a black planet 20 years
line going in the wrong direction What shall it be? What about it, ya man? When you spent your life in a few years time? You're burned out shell at 25 years
I hate he asked me about his shorty Cause its been some years since I saw him Him not knowing his baby's momma's horror And ever since the days he's been
Where To Run No Where To Hide Competition Ready To Die Opposition Never Survive When I Get Done Busting My Rhyme Ima Criminal Transformed To A Lyrical Bad Storm
'ma stay getting my money on and be about me and mine Watch out for salty ass niggas during daylight savings time 'Cause that's around the time of the year
(*talking*) This organization was built on me What I put together, that no man come in between I am the foundation, and I will weather the storm You
been some years since I saw him Him not knowing his baby's momma's horror And ever since the days he's been gone She's kinda trapped in a storm But
fearless.... I'm fearless Don't you try and grab hold of my soul It's like a military soldier since seven years old I held real dead bodies in my arms
Noble: Hey yo Life is what you make it We born to ball I'm warning y'all Why you think we born Outlawz Verse 2: Kastro (Edi) 23 years of tears I cry
