, combat to occupy the young. Oh, how the vacant voicemails and anti-depressants can make you forget... I'm nothing without my influences. Nothing without my friends. I can't help but love
if you can't hear'em thats such a crime You better wash your dirty ears with some 409 I always rhyme elite,stay on beat Travel in a posse when I walk the street Loved
police) Woop woop woop Guns don't kill people, rappers do (Summon the police) Woop woop woop Guns Rappers Guns Rappers Guns Rappers Guns I, I love you mum I love
ll wet a nigga up Did'ya hear me do' (Hear me do') Ya feel me do' (Feel me do') I'm live in stereo (Live in stereo) Like a cherry-o, bury dough, Robert
My Style's louder than a stereo Fouler than the snake when I kill these fuckin' rappers Then show up at the burials I don't mean to worry y'all but I
Mike Tyson face tatted addict, like it tough Hey scatterbrain, don't get your grey matter punched up 'til you hunched, talk-talkin like you punch drunk One love
f/ M.O.P. [Styles] My style's louder than a stereo Fouler than the snake when I kill these fuckin rappers then show up at the burials I don't mean to
in the mirror Peek a boo, disappear, don't nobody want you here Suprised? I'm revived Resurrected from this overdose of thoughts Making my ears ring like gunshots Fuck love
and death Situations occur everyday My mind's a blur My whole life's a bad set-up Nothing to let up, so I'm on my way I stop and think Who's going to stereo
up in this bitch like Calvin Klein Getting cuties to shake they booty at the same time I'd be damned if I go back to jail for the same crime I'm too
call me medusa Salaams and shaloms introduce ya A rooster waking up the whole coopsta Spearheaded man him nice haffe move ya Sshh understand why we sweatin' Makin' love
to get this money, God, you know the hard times, kid Shit, cold be starvin make you wanna do crimes kid But I'ma lamp, 'cause a crime couldn't beat a
L.L. Cool J Serving 'em well And as you all know I am hard as hell Woke up at 9:30 on a Saturday morn' Hemmed my remote control, turned my stereo on
company I keep, comforts are few and far between. But just this once I'll have you know, this is not a lonely soul. This world has other sorrows than love
grace is hard to find. What began as a song ended up as a death threat addressed to everyone's house but mine. So far confined into dead ends with greater love
If I apologize for the swift and sudden rise in the recurring themes of love and God and war, will you make amends for the way we all pretend these
