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they're gone by twenty seven
Up to heaven, when they all become a legend
Do we listen
We look to the stars
We look to the sky
Their problems we can't grasp

hour
knowledge followed by decay is senseless anyway
in a rain of purification
a new belief is injected
existence is an arena
our death the sensation

You're a nuisance it's gone
Jive Groove in the zone it's where it's from
You chew through knives to see me
Get back to my Jive Groove home

a loan, no, forget it
I'll be gone by wintertime
Better hope you forget it
You can't get shit from me
No, you can't get shit from me
No
You can't get shit

a loan, no, forget it
I'll be gone by wintertime
Better hope you forget it
You can't get shit from me
No, you can't get shit from me
No
You can't get shit

This is do or die!
Gotta pick a side! (GO)
This is black and white!
You cant ride the line! (NO)
Devil been plottin on you
Made you part of his crew

the living and dead
Cascaded by raps and bomb beats so when they listen to that
It aint no telling what he said
And called that's using the weapon that was

and gone, never get it back
How many hits? Stop keeping track
Warped and cracked, dead flesh turning black
Sanity's trap door, the sneak attack
Sneak attack,

In the hall of fame 
With a ankle breaker 
You can never rock me 
I'm about to trade ya 
Cuz you a traitor 
Wit a dead mind 
Imma tomb raider 
I'll

a sunrise
But when the sun sets, bitch don't be surprised
Jet skis with cocaine found by the cops
Next to a dead body washed on the rocks
Fuck television,

pay the price
Sadboy jeans all in the black
Man i gonna bring them back
So I'm gonna be gone
Took a xanny now im wrong
Gonna take off like a jet plane

white and black?
And from the ashes let it rise
Something new before our eyes
Let it rise, let it rise
We’ve gone too far, let the past die

Woke up this morning with a strange feeling of detachment
In the morning paper at the edge of the obituary segment
It was written black & white that

lost rubbers
Got adopted by the white
Thank god for Phillip Drummond
Different strokes on these hoes
Flush rubber do the zip up
Getting bandz on the pick

on the links 
Noodles or steaks 
Pistols and shanks 
It's levels and Ranks nigga I grew up with greats 
Surrounded by killas
Hustlers and dealers pushing

back and listen to these stories that I share
Just Beware
Keep on clowning around click clack pow body on the ground
I won't frown dead bodies don't

one at a time 'cause they been acting different
Ten pulled up on me 
They dead on arrival 
And you here now
I'm here for survival

I want the money

Nah I only feel scared
It fucks me up more than words can tell 
You died by suicide 
You killed yourself 
Does that now mean that you're in hell

favorite color you asked? Shit melanin
Anything black, brown or between
Still all bout the green and we get it by any means 

Ain't no subs we be live

High up the pole on my opponents
I get em gone on the dead homies!
Had a hundred, now it's ten only.
You should gamble, you should bet on me!
I'm in

An evil-looking shack
With dead trees in the front yard and a graveyard in the back

A wolf howled in the distance
So with nowhere else to hide
I opened up

a nigga act up on some bullshit to get by
It’s a roller coaster ride the game put you on
The shit that niggas do for the fame alone
They’ll throw you

Never find world peace but keep the piece on you
It's a voice for the hustlers and murderers
But who gone be the voice for the young black suburbia
This

to see where I've been and where I'm going at
Then test to tell me your testament of how you think that I've gone wack
Things change and I don't change for