Lyrics:
a knife
Taking inches off my life
You know I'm hanging by a thread
It's not a point of view
There's nothing I can do
When I'm half-dead
But you
Keep
inches
Yeah
Missed death by some inches
Missed death by some inches
I know I'm better without it
Indeed I don't doubt it
But everything starts with a crave
you will ever see
A fine line between genius and insanity
I walk between the spirit world and humanity
A fine line between a hero and a vaudevillian
For
gave em inches
Now I cannot find a critic
Now they finally showing interest
But Imma have to charge em' interest
Interest, interest
Making money by
witnesses
I'm the truth
Still, I remain calm like a soldier in war
Surrounded by, three bombs, cautious
Shots keep coming like I got three arms
Two trigger
Massachusetts, where this is
Happenin'. They got three stop signs, two police officers, and one police
Car, but when we got to the scene of the crime, there
project halls
The 3-color flag can't hold my baggy's sag
7 1 8 to omega
Black motion is ocean style
Slick in my ways since days of the classic
Now
unprepared
Who would tell it how it really was?
Who dared?
A motherfucker from the West Coast
L.A. South Central fool
Where the Crips and the Bloods play
by, that I ain't high
Hit da mall everyday, nigga, I stay fly
26 inches, yeah, I'm sittin' up high
And I'ma keep it hood, homie, dat's no lie
Not
a weathered, old inscription
"All who would see reality, enter the Hall of Truth"
And so I do
III. The Truth Revealed
As I step inside
I can see another
mall everyday, nigga, I stay fly
26 inches, yeah, I'm sittin' up high
And I'ma keep it hood, homie, dat's no lie
Not day goes by, that I ain't high
Hit
delegates and panelists all representin they nationalism
And the battle inches on, every section separated
By eth-nic features decorated veterans deliverin
n****
Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be
it bump
Spark the L and raise it up
I'm 'bout to pull up in the A-T-L, eighteen inches and five screens
Old folks on the side and they reachin'
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
III First Kill
In silence blood will flow in darkness children weep
By night mankind will fall the wolfs between the sheep
Lock the doors & bar
It is obvious
May I say, oh baby, that it is found on another plane?
Yes I can creep into cupboards, sleep in the hall
Your stars - my stars,
It is obvious
May I say, oh baby, that it is found on another plane?
Yes I can creep into cupboards, sleep in the hall
Your stars my stars,
the cold air sit and stare
Now you want it, now it's gone
Now you want it 5,4,3,2,1
Don't you want it, said and done
Don't you want it 5,4,3,2,1
See
a foe
Is good as gone and no hero
Just listen to me and soon you will see
Immortality can be reached by glory
Destroying evil with holy power
For
Listen to the tale I tell
a haunting dream I know so well
When walking home alone one night
my path revealed by candlelight
Ahead I see an open door
Halls of Fame
Crime visions in my blood got me, locked in prison
While we die hard living people whine about religion, vision
Blow, spin, and sin
by 4 inches
I'm a grimy nigga so I like my bitches cruddy
My clothes dirty, dick shitty, and my knife bloody
I did too much dirt to turn back now
I'm
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