of my steel but you can't count the caliber Digi, Digi, Digi, all inside your city Microphone on the roam like Capone and Frank Nitty Stop, it's a booby trap Wouldn't
beatnik from the past With long browned lightnin fingers he takes a cultured toke And says Hell I can roll 'em faster Jim than any chick can smoke So
Inscribed in a peasants palm is a blessed psalm If you draw and your weapons wrong, there ain't no stepping on My forty five is my weapon My culture's
beatnik from the past With long browned lightnin' fingers he takes a cultured toke And says, a??Hell, I can roll a?em faster, Jim, than any chick can
can't find no culture Feel the walls getting closer and closer and closer Right here in Fort Europa (Right here) Where I can't find no culture Feel the
murder. Things are going to slide, slide in all directions Won't be nothing Nothing you can measure anymore The blizzard, the blizzard of the world has crossed
can feel only pity and bellied compassion. How can anyone be so distorted? How can anyone be so far from real human values? I can only feel pity for
that night the sun went dark now watch everyone on the tourbus fall apart that night, lord have mercy the music died, that night, in Alberquerque Stop, it can't
down with me I end your life nigga, don't fuck around with me and if you kids can't listen, then your bound to see the way you get shot for crossing the
hear it? I can't hear it! Can you see it? I can't see it! We've been feeding the vermin, Now they're hanging around. Can't we take back the sermon that
bottle burners or books, FUCK THAT! [Lyrics Born] Imagine this, Angeles, or San Francisco And everybody sandwiched in, can't stop here and ambulences don't nobody ass-kiss, ain't
his throat, make it hard to swallow used to pitch times holdin' trotters now I pitch 16's with the culture power saga you sorry, don't bother, Q.B. to
won't submit to death You can go with the Man don't lie why do they cry [3x] Ruling your lives With such lies Weak won't survive It is time to concentrate
cause I'm equal no matter, how much I make I can't escape fate, the date as I await As I await, I can't fake Can't fake, I can't fake, I'm true with it
Christ Forgive my fuckin' head It's full of doubts and questions Did you really raise the dead? Are you really so pathetic That you can't be critisised
2K bug actually happened Shut the whole thing down cause we ain't actually rappin The 21st First century can suck my clock Getting stoned too much, we can't