I know not of a feeling, but the thriller Of a killer gets my adrenaline rushing Never stopping, watching niggas dropping More breaking blood gushing, I done opened the wounds
rise and shine like a neon sign I need the girl of my dreams to give me Einstein And burn the marijuan' like {?} is my only bonafide break from these
talk no pocco [Chorus - Tony Yayo] Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy Keep your eyes wide open
all begins could as well be my last time for real Never wanted to know, never wanted to see better open your eyes 'cause I'm breaking free Yeah, I'm breaking
[Hook:] The moon is full, you can't fake that light No room to move, nah the space got tight Don't need no knife here, we break up fights Put your good
throat feels rough I am opening my eyes and take in that glamour??so that I can slowly break apart My doubts should have been untied ... This dreariness
And I'm in this, Breaking up the plates just like some Greeks in Pangea Even if they're dubs for the clubs And I'm off a level that I even out on my
I?ve been called A bad boyfriend and even worse ex Told put God first and her next If she?s the only girl like Snow White or Smurfette She?s not, I am
in open wounds, Hospitals and old men that chew stuff and spit chew, Old bitches that smell like a fish hut, They sit up at the mall on they break ache
I'm ready for open hand combat It's the tomcat, and my thoughts are unlimited Inflicted fatal wounds and I'm immune, see a evil society [Break: RZA]
breath So, who wants to know what it's like, To feel the things I touch and wipe the blood off of my life Cause it's all broken bones here, open wounds
Been poisoned in the blood-red sea I've fallen out of reach It's coloured by the mix of tears and the open wounds of thousand Devoured by the strength
and you?re celluar wouldn?t even dial out and nobody would stop no not even a cop so you?re wound up the highway walking through every storm there?s an open
same parents. I sometimes wondered if we had the same father, but I always dismissed that idea as my mother was far too religious, my father as well, to ever even
, deceitful, made you the last one on my list to speak to, yeah. Sticks and stones break bones and kill. Word wounds take long to heal. I was wrong for real and I ain?t even