something, but I can't quite make it out It casts a shadow on my thoughts And leaves no trace of doubt I feel the urge to break to make a brand new
point bulletin On a black male Jamaican Meanwhile a dark lookable crook Is in a alleyway for retaliation A limo pulled across the street from a gas station
bodies, but you would not kill a ant My skill is amp, would peel a nigga like a stamp Caliber is of Excalibur now you be damp When I operate a crop
, But I doubt it, picked up the compton time And read about it, how my crew makes the front page In a rage, in a live concert blowin blunts on stage,
a fool He made that change close range Students yellin first time felon Times fifty now isn't that nifty Trace it back to rap tapes Said he was wearing black a
never turned back 6 shots, point blank, aimin' at your face I'ma quick draw then I'm gone without a trace And I'll rob a bank while cheat and steal Derail a
Long live Politzania Politzania Politzania God save Politzania Now these ancient Politzanians as far as archeologists have traced had most thoroughly convinced themselves they were a
behalf of them all. Only Challis lacked a champion and it seemed certain that he would be passed over. a??Will anyone speak for the boy?a?? asked the
a Ranger in a Lex Coupe, rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes On my way to ?less fools? Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids Or live
bop, Ba du dop Ba du Plant a seed, plant a flower, plant a rose You can plant any one of those Keep planting to find out which one grows It's a secret
their hands Well life can be hard when you're holes in a card In some electronic hand You'll wander around from place to place Disappear without a trace
something, But I can't quite make it out It casts a shadow on my thoughts And leaves no trace of doubt I feel the urge to break To make a brand new
together in a unity Cause if not then we're soon to be Self-destroyed, unemployed The rap race will be lost without a trace Or a clue but what to do Is
in a hearse, or bein in a cell block packed wit the slaves Get smacked in the face, tried to see my body stacked in the case A lack of the trace, I don
time on their hands Well life can be hard when you're holes in a card In some electronic hand You'll wander around from place to place Disappear without a trace
But you would not kill a ant My skill is amp Would peel a nigga like a stamp Caliber is of Excallibur now you be damp When I operate a crop or copulate
got a hold on in trusting you [Refrain]x1 A quoi bon se voiler la face There's no future in the past Efface une a une toutes les traces Qui t'obsedent