Lyrics:
collapses
Run, hide, split the truth
Uncover what is lost
Take a look now
And you shall see
The truth to be known
Will undo all that is
Across the roads
[Shaq]
Believe it or not I love all playa hatas (bring it)
Ha ha ha ha
'Cause ain't no love lost here baby
Say what you gotta say
By the time there's nothing left to choose
One half has the answer, the other looks for clues
It's a fine line
A very fine line
Split decision
By the time there's nothing left to choose
One half has the answer, the other looks for clues
It's a fine line
A very fine line
Split decision
around your mind
There's no where to run, no where to hide
In a six-by-six a guilty man cries
For repentance and lost is what innocence is
Same
would be the one
So dumb first time I fell in love
Was blinded by your eyes
And stomach filled with butterflies
So jealousy came over me
You lost
By the time there's nothing left to choose
One half has the answer, the other looks for clues
It's a fine line
A very fine line
Split decision
clowns
The mourning bands told whom they'd lost by last night's phantom messenger
And they spoke their only words in English, "Johnson, Nixon, Kissinger"
You split and separate drums like asteroids
The concerned producer sampled this question
Hit him with the beat for the answer, with extra compression
for the ride
Trying to convince myself I haven't lost my mind
I know you hope I keep fighting for peace
I need a sign so I write on my knees
My mind is
the architect
So respect 'em
I disconnect 'em,
Soon as I inject 'em
With radiation
Put 'em by the basement
Bust his chest open
Bash his face in
Let it split 'em
the architect
So respect 'em
I disconnect 'em,
Soon as I inject 'em
With radiation
Put 'em by the basement
Bust his chest open
Bash his face in
Let it split 'em
fear into my conscious
Or interfere with how i blossom
I shed a tear for all my lost ones
Spread this cheer like I'm gods son
Don't deal with
Another shot of Quelo
She be comin' back for pesos
When you plugged in with Pedro, it's hard for hoes to let go
See AK's ain't no bitch, nigga I'll split
Another shot of Quelo
She be comin' back for pesos
When you plugged in with Pedro, it's hard for hoes to let go
See AK's ain't no bitch, nigga I'll split
(Statik Selektah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh
They say it's live by the code
Die
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
Rocking the mic, Speaking my soul
Building on life, Lost in the sound
Found in my words, Touch by the source
Live from the mind, Represent all
should be forbidden, cause my words got a slur
Like I was sipping, who you shittin,' it's just me
Open your eyes to see, for I rob you, of your
Vision with
my middle finger up with a cup and a dutch split
Hand on my nuts when I'm wilin' out in public
Welcome to America
Motherfucker, welcome to America
scorned Britannia's might
Young Paddy Vincent died there by his side
He lost his life for what
He thought was right
We salute you Barry, Peter, Paddy, Sean
Spoken sideways and indirect
Without a single word left unchecked
And by your own admission
No one is ever above suspicion
Defenses never to be
owning a slave shop
Don't wanna talk
Less I'm writing these words down I'm so nice with these verbs nouns
I'm still tempted by the hunger and the price
And I wanna hear that tune by Redman 'Can't Wait'
That tune the bomb, yo"
"You got it, coming from The Darkside Radio
This is 'Can't Wait'"
Woo, yo
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