This is my escape. This is my escape...
And escape the bad disaster's path for aftermath I laughed and blast have mad people's units Weak mind created crime-related rahs can't fuck with my
I stay focused, keep my eyes on the uniforms They laugh with us but them bitches wanna do us harm I'm pumpin' iron you can see the fire in my eyes Whoppin
entered Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done And your goose is cooked Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done And your
puttin fear in my heart, who need a jumpstart My art sharp, shoot your posse apart Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun Son by son, done by done
carve my hate In the heart of a lover I feel I can never escape my fate My heart is a fist drenched in blood My soul will fight again My heart is a
difficult to keep momentum If it's you that you are following Don't close doors, keep an escape clause Because we might lose the Big Apple But would I have done
very difficult to keep momentum If it's you that you are following Don't close doors, keep an escape clause Because we might lose the big apple But would I have done
done and now the Mars is number three eclipsing our sun pictures of some TV scenes in my head all a proove that this world is going mad harm, hurt and
: I put my life in your hands By the fourth step how much light is left? Five six seven-I can see my dark and the harm I've done, I've left Eight, nine
greatest care underneath [Chorus] There must have been something in my look(s), 'cause the little boy started to speak, and to my unvoiced Question of why he had done
get caught? They'll find me floatin in the Hudson river But if I escape, I'll be in shape for my life but they might, get my kid and my wife See I'm
see my love even though we be with thugs? [Verse Four: Hell Razah] This mathematical rhythmatical mechanism enhances my wisdom ? of Islam, keeps me calm from doing you harm
sunz of man climb I could tell a fake from a handshake for man's sake, the hidden truth I translate til the land quake I plan my escape on the good fan
of harm done to a beast-beat I execute from hook to hook like a nice jab And pain from pushers squeeze like my wife's hand Slight tan, my homie Muslim
swing my bat But some of these niggas be playing crooked So I can't forget to bring my gat And when it's all said and done I'ma redo my walls with platinum
very difficult to keep momentum If it's you that you are following Don't close doors, keep an escape clause Because we might lose the Big Apple But would I have done
my heart, who need a jumpstart My art sharp, shoot your posse apart Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun Son by son, done by done Whoever come murder
