: Prozak] Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind sorta like rotisserie Spittin this wicked ministry to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me Separated by 6 degrees of greed for centuries
The same motherfucker that'll burn down the village With a chronic blunt full of that you know who gon Take you back to Compton in that 6-4 two-door Sub
and history Invested in this child Spoiled and stained by proud divinity Gaining at best the perspective and wisdom Of not even a fleeting century We
keep puttin' out records till the turn of the century Repeat 1 Uh uh, hold up, wait, hold up, wait a minute [Lil' Kim] You got a 5 and I got a 6 Back
records till the turn of the century Repeat 1 You got a 5 and I got a 6 Back it up What's wrong with this picture nigga Pack it up I need a 6 figga
High 5, High 5! High 5, High 5! [Rappers:] " C'mon on! 8! Everybody! C'mon! 7! C'mon, now! 6! 5! Awe, yeah, I like that s--t." When I arrive it's like
niggas got me really confused out there I make "Big Pimpin" or "Give It 2 Me", one of those... Ya'll hail me as the greatest writer of the 21st Century
go hunting like a hunter You can live good for 6 years Then it's football numbers [Chorus] [Gucci Mane:] Chef for the year, better yet the fucking century
head of these evil thoughts And teach Magnolia and Gateway the shit I was taught Take a ride with me nigga to eternity And watch me live to see another century
this mash. Blowin much weed as we watch you bleed. nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese. Now you cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep. Fuckin with
mankind The worst kind of them all Modern times' ignorance, the world disease Appeal to death of every man A living hate smoldering abyss Nurtured through centuries
"It is the 6th century. This is where it all began. My tired body has passed away, but my once-tortured spirit is finally free now. My name is ... Ayreon
HAVE SENT VISIONS OF HUMANITIES' DECLINE BACK IN TIME. THESE TRANSMISSIONS HAVE BEEN RECEIVED BY THE MIND OF A BLIND MINSTREL WHO LIVES IN 6TH CENTURY
6 to 9, it's Revolution Time When 6 turns into 9... Move over -- closer to my fantasies Pretty baby, we're standing at the turn of the centuries The
, Maz, Pazienza clap boys [? ] back man you still screamin duffle bag boys [Verse 3: Jus Allah] I have lived a century I've tapped into my 6th sensery
to reference I'm blessed with plethoras of undetectable micro guns Nitro pyro trons That strike and ignite your lungs I rape my clause across wherever I put bars 6
page do? Well, if it's mine It'll encage you And electrically taze you back to age 2 I salivate in [?] cauldron That's so hot It's takes a century just
over this Why fight it? It's right about now, we showing who we is The best of our abilities A showcase of energy Tucked into your memories for centuries and centuries