midnight sky. A dead snake nailed to the wall, coiled and started to feast upon himself. I'm paranoid! Insects were really angels in guise, and my lover
, he turned them into granades And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
turned them into granades And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
and blames me, but nothing was quite what it seemed. Sometimes things work out so strangely that it might as well all be dreamed. The White Cane Fandango The White
niggaz sippin' Apple Boone This ain't no white cartoon 'Cuz I be duckin' crazy spades The kid hold white shit, like blacks rock ashy legs Why is the sky blue
Come out to show them Like open the blues up And let some of the blues blood come out to show them Then come out to show them Music bad weed Listening
I'm sayin'? We gon' do a little somethin' like this, ya know what I'm sayin'? (Is they up on this?) Keep it on and on and on and on and Know what I'm
my blunt and my glock in my hand, What's the plan? We bum rushin' all snakes and devils no matter their color, We're the next generation of rebels. Hard-headed, undisciplined and
the Blacks, whites, Mexicans and jacks Slap hoes like a pimp I spit like a snake Get my cash with a rake Break a hoe like a date So, make no mistake I bake cookies and
hype is ever needed To grow and grow, to grow and grow To grow and grow, and grow and grow To grow and grow, and grow and grow Rap taller than Buckwheat
mind on your yes, and on your no. I'll film you face today in the sparkling canals, all red, yellow, blue, green brilliance and silver Dutch reflection
Vinnie Paz, Planetary, Reef the Lost Cauze Kamach, my nigga Crypt and Demoz Apathy, Celph Titled and King Syze We all 'bout to put this game in a frenzy And
't tripping with envy Slip and slide like a snake, vibrate the world like a quake Mashing hard on the gas, with 3rd Coast on the plate Roll on cowards and busters, peeping them soldiers and
turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cuz the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And
piss ( Well Alright ) [Chorus] [2nd Verse] See that verco, that's for when it's cold Break that white gold,plain gold, got old Snake skin shoes, give yo' friends blues
one step for you and then two for myself Oh, I need to be stronger I need to be stronger Blue touches blue Touches black, then expands All the tears and
bowels of the ghetto I found me a little sanity inside a career and a family No more wars and renderin tears to insanity So keep the salary and tear the
Would someday rise in sections to interrogate the Holy Ghost (I knew it!) [Verse: Aesop Rock] Holy smokes! Father, black suit white collar Kiddie porn dungeon, guns, and