Lies...lies run rampant hypocrisy.. runs rampant weapons of mass distraction the slaughter of thousands everyone is the enemy unknown death tolls
The country's dire need, turned away, poverty runs through the streets, because of your own greed, Youv'e been accused but you denied it all,Only wanted
14 million spent, 49 times, as my friends die, for your bullshit war, you sit on your ass. While others suffer. I can't believe how high your idiocy
Losing my mind, no hope to be found, I'm losing my mind, in this city of filth, a city once proud, now full of fakes and liars. Too much talk and
The cities will fall under a sea of their own blood corruptions all around me the masses of people are numb to the senseless killing that I see every
it real? The blood on my hands, so hard to conceal [Chorus] Unsure of it all, don't know what I feel This knife in my hand, the cold taste of steel [
A mountain of stone, a door of steel Can't stand in my way, I'd go on Brutal machines, unbending laws Can't slow me down, I'd go on I've learned how to
Bentley Continental with the mink floors, dummy Paul Wall money, that?s expensive taste And ?em frilly ass fools, we send ?em to my space I?ma break ?em off until the backbone broken Stainless steel
well for a dude who never been indicted You know the deal motherfucker The real make the fake niggas kneel And lose appetites when you taste nigga's steel
to me, they, you know To me they look pretty damn free down there Down there, not having to press those smooth Not having to smooth those hands against hot steel
to nothing I'll stay next to the steel coal oven 'cause She's my man And we got all the balls we need When you taste that pavement You're amazed She
ship when we spit, 'cause we run shit Play pussy wit' us and get fucked quick Who got the duchess? Yo, I keep the ghetto in me, I love the sweet taste
all the faces, catch all the cases, this real You rather bet 'cha life than face me I mean I got this rap game locked with more cake than Tastee Black
pain They call me 'Sco, short for Rosco P. Coldchain Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (HOT!) [Verse 1: Pusha T] It go hot waist - Desert taste Four pounds of
empty but I've got a shake to the side So don't even tempt me Runnin the program Cypress Hill on the real with the Pearl Jam and I'm packing the steel
Can you believe steel can bend at your will... Since you left me, I do.. Can you believe the stars won't shine tonight... Well, look at the sky and tell
texas and got my share And my nina on my waist, dope up in my jaw One eye for them fiends, one eye for that law Niggaz crooks as niggaz soft, so my rep is hard as steel
that cool cat With swollen pockets we gonna take you back home Master Allah rule Savior, never clone Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste
