Tekst:
Burning Heads Show The Way You Really Are

it, You don't need it, you don't need, You can't even show me who you are, Became what you wanted to be, Show me who you really are, That's what we

go go? You never never know You never never know You never know the right way Till you

really sorry that I can't be there But work comes first, I'm sure you'll understand Things are really taking off for me Business is thriving and I'm showing

after workin' all day Tell you, "Head on over, over to my place" You're feelin' sexy 'cause you just got a raise And you want to celebrate but you don

up Oh my god, Bob did you see that game? Bob? Bob, what are you doin' lookin' at the sky, Bob? Its a great fuckin' day, oh shit, Bob are you on drugs

a breeder wont bore you, what happened to a time you wrote a ryhme and people adored you? and now you say one ting the breeder will scortch you, thats

way before The Horsemen stalk We headless motherfuckers and we lacerate Don't you know the shit could get real when you wind up smoked? [Killah Priest

turning, chronic keeps burning Street sermon, these niggas are determined As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning Street sermon, these niggas are

with You know what? Y'all done fucked up Here go the shittalkin' You's a bitch ass hoe What you really know about killas for real though? Stainin' my freek show