real thing is dying accept the pig, enter the Owl and Gorgeous, King on the left, it on the right and primping adjusting his nose as he reads from his
write-off I signed a deal with no exit clause My label's like Mrs. Santa Claus during menopause So I'm banging on padded walls Because I'm trying to
don`t understand what has been read Are there reasons for it all, it was written log before will we hear the call, the writings on the wall Try to
about buildin' weapons and space stations Cease and just call it what it really is A technologically barbaric society like the Ancient Romans I see the writing on the wall
the pain the strain Cause my hate will overcome Anything that ever stands in my way Blinded why can't you see what I mean The writing is on the wall Open
But he refused to accept his fate And today his honor has been restored He was only nineteen and he was sentenced to die For something that somebody else did and blamed on
on and on and on and on [all]:you keep on, and you don't stop [starang]yo, it goes on and on and on and on [all]: you keep on and you don't stop [starang
all Unless you accept Him, you'll continue to fall The battle is real, on you He will call So don't ever wait because the writing's on the wall
I'm a Person that's Making Profit. See I pimp internationally I'm nationally recognized, locally accepted I pimp with the truth, that's the only method Seen her on
Everyone has Their own centre to this universe But it stops right there And kids who try and see it all Writing graffiti on the wall But it stops right
show fright And what you know about my writes? Ah, what you know about my writes? Ah, what you know about my writes? Ah, what you know about my writes
problem solver Guess who gets the call? Me that's all You're duelling with a plugged revolver Guess who dropped the ball The writing's on the wall
And I got enough beef, now Lil' Eazy dissin He don't write his own raps, so I gotta forgive him I got love for ya pops and I always will So on behalf
, cops look at bird shit Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine It drove lots of men to die with no name I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on
sugar, I know why In the ladies bathroom, spraying on perfume Stuffing your t-shirt with two balloons You don't think about the opposite sex at all Instead of sugar walls
on the wall" "Writin my name, in graffiti on the wall" "I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall" "I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall" "I
gun fights? (gun fights) Got a nigga duckin while them girls show fright What you know about my writes? (my writes) Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes
wonder, bordering on complete confusion, how a person of this description could rationalise life. This was a series of characteristics that many times in my life I would look back on