how to beat me That's when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket And still kick it hardcore I'm runnin' real with it Niggaz getting soft core, the
of decay Tear a hole exquisite red Fuck the rest and stab it dead Broken, bruised, forgotten sore Too fucked up to care anymore Poisoned to my rotten core
eyesights to the heavens like dead or wise sages Release what I hold save it through my book of rhyme pages Scripts be ageless, like scrolls from dead
for robberies Dos smokin' SUV's, grab me an army green Fat and frills, thrills and spills, eat and sleep, hump and kill Shop til you drop, work til you dead
of the cause Renegades, never slaves, this means war 100% uncut raw Fuck limited freedom, nigga we want more The machine is corrupted down to the core
prepare for combat cock is sharp a Autobot brain cells bust lines laced with angel-dust X-factor, X-men declare war Send your ambassador Send the whole peace core
fear is planted Severe nature of man, there's still no cure Seduce me, reduce me to ashes, caught in the law Atoms scatter, brain lashes, to the core
is dead, Pac is dead My music's dead and y'all just scared Hip hop hit, Killer Mike, hip hop hit, Killer Mike Rap is dead, rock is dead My music's dead
it, yo See the evil and clear it, yo See that for as many that died there was twice as many miracles Uh, so let the dead bury their dead Life is but
I come beatin down the block and i crack the bedrock Dishes drop, the shit comes to a (dead stop) Motherfuckers think godzilla's comin (the lights go
dead will arise Come on Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead And all we wanna do is rock the dead So many thoughts runnin all through my head
he just cannot let her go OH NO! The Angels scream, everytime he's falling more For they know that his death will take him from his hearts core... July
you into these raving madmen? Be a witness, as I excersize my exorcism The evil that lurks within the sin, the terrorism Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead
[buckshot] Feavin ass, creepin ass, my man's black path, ease up off the av. You don't make me laugh, I'm dead serious to the core Brother, you better
spies They shine their lips with android sperm And the riviera skies . . . But every night I have the same dream It's a vision of the dead . . . the
How can you see into my eyes Like open doors. Leading you down into my core Where I've become so numb. Without a soul My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
More human than human Yeah, I am the astro-creep A demolition style Hell American freak, yeah I am the crawling dead A phantom in a box, shadow in your
Judaism there exist the belief that spiritual matters are enslaved to history The Buddhists believe that the functional aspects override the myth while other religions use the literal core