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Beyond the dead horizon 
Dreams float upon a breeze
Rays of light they shimmer like tear drops
As the sun explodes into the sea
Somewhere I swear I

when I'm sleeping
(Uh)
They see money when I walk
I make money when I talk
They say "$ky when you finna drop?"
X-Ray vision looking to the top
It's top

STEP OFF, BITCH!
Someone's bound to get hurt when I put this fuckin' pen to work
Bodies drop by the first verse and gettin' buried by the third
I'll be

The Artilleryman and the Fighting Machine

Jeff Wayne

The War of the Worlds

1981

the heat ray sent them to oblivion.
With a white flash the heat ray swept across the river. Scalded, half blinded and agonized, I staggered through leaping,

along)
Just drop the guns, and play basketball
Put down the guns (it could be fun)

Crips and Bloods all calm down
I mean, c'mon, what you fightin' for?

gun, horse
Diego De La Vincent Vega
All those times they hovered over me
When I wouldn't move to escape
From the rain
But instead shoot with the drops

heaven, or on this earth 
Can stop this blood of virgin birth
No weapon of man, no guilt, no shame 
No sickness, past, present no pain

For just one drop

(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, niggas still waiting for me to drop
(Uh, huh) i robbed niggas for they base
And sold easy rock

Fur coats and magnums
Come

and white I been blind by sun rays and sunshine
I'm not mad I been kind
Boom pow! Gun smoke!
How far do the tight rope go? (Ohh)
How far tight rope go? (How

close tune in get ya vitamins
Don't panic if ya do pop Klonopins
I don't pay attention to the
I got chicks in Romania lovin' me
Drop Down Drop Down

a drive-by and nobody lived 
I called the police to come pick 'em up 
Because we got (blood on the leaves)
That nigga tried me, thought this shit was sweet,

It's been a whooping twelve years young blood, Young Blood
But I'm still a beast
Leave you on your knees
I'm a sage
Don't you push me to the edge

it feels like my blood stains
Now we under the sun rays
Burnt skin and my charred face
Nah nah don't worry about me
I'll smile but it seems like I

in that bitch
Got a new Glock and drac got a kick
Show me some paper, lil bitch I ain't snitch
I got a new body got blood on my ricks
She liking my

the best, what you sniffin'? Bro high
Sugar Ray Leonard, it be hittin' like no mas, hah
Shame on a nigga, they tryna run game on a nigga
Like I ain't learn

track event
Drop so much bodies, they screamin stop the count,
They think they Donald Trump
A hunnit percent all gas, can't stop
Ray-Bans for my shades,

drop, now you alone
Thought we were blood but the blood's run cold

Put me on the team and i swear i got your back son
Give the shirt off mine you got

of someone
creeping into the house. Then I saw it was a young
artilleryman, weary, streaked with blood and dirt.
Artilleryman: Anyone here?
Journalist: Come

the drop from Diego
Cant get no blood on my clean clothes
Skrt off the block he a stain hoe
Skrt off the block make it rain on em
Pictures on shirts he

fun
And I feel like Wayne, I might go spit in the punch
Run up on me, you get punched
Got that ray, pack a punch
Niggas can't fuck with lil' Tommy cause

on the paper, why I stay up
Can't catch up
Look like actors playin' dress up
Knock 'em out, drop 'em where they stand
'cause I'm fed up
All you tough talkin'

look at my blood
My shit is just ooze money
Look, I do this for that
Youngin' on the corner
That hustle all day though he
Never had a daughter he never

like karate
Don’t show it unless ima pop it
Don’t touch it unless you gone cop it
I can’t fit these racks in my pocket
She shakin dat ass n she drop it
I

for a kiss poise fish,you could barely hang
Man letter wrong,cut blood from an open vein
New cinderfella,big suit like I'm Dana Dane
Day of change,told