Life Is Parallel To Hell But I

True In The Game, As Long As Blood Is Blue In My Veins I Pour My Heineken Brew To My Deceased Crew On Memory Lane

When I Try To Sound Like The Contemporary Sound, It Never Turns Out That Way. That's Just Me.

There Was A Lot Of Negative That Was Put On Rappers For Using The Word, And I Feel Like We're Just Misunderstood. Most Of Us Are; Some Of Us Is Just Plain Wack.

...shorty's Laugh Was Cold-blooded As He Spoke So Foul, Only Twelve Tryin To Tell Me That He Liked My Style. Then I Rose, Wiping The Blunt's Ash From My Clothes, Then Froze, Only To Blow The Herb Smoke Through My Nose.

If The Virgin Mary Had An Abortion, I'd Still Be Carried In A Chariot Of Stampeding Horses.