: To watch crippled hands create a fire, to sketch an arrow, to burn beside her. The blood of pattern, the sound of eggs drop, our lips of old, oh how
: (Fire as a metaphor) late night collision, two machines cross paths unexpectedly. Oddly, their engines conitued to run individually, as if oblivious
: I'm seeing long strips of wheat, and dry winds, I'm seeing that you're no longer alive, and that I hold against you. I'm seeing anxious lines of automobile
: katahdn. the eerie cold of the morning. the sun shining through the pines. in the distance a fish rises to an insect. giving birth to infinite
being Uhh, p-ssy for lunch pop all the balloons and spit in the punch, yeah, kush in the blunts I ride through your block see a foot in the trunk I don
'm multiplyin' my money through different avenues Took many to war, shook never before For my mother I applaud Ms. Afeni Shakur Ice insured, fuck life insurance Three bad bitches, it don
it Styles, I gets buck wild Method Man on some shit, pullin' niggaz files I'm sick, insane, crazy, drivin' Miss Daisy Out her fuckin' mind now I got Martin
don't fear none of y'all In my heart, it burns this fire And I don't fear none of y'all In my heart, it burns this fire And I don't fear none of y'
House to the covenant Big boy, when the mics and the lights on You get a three minute glimpse of the icon Your best rapper, two-steppin' to my song When he don
make ya nose bleed Dope so pote and my fiends done OD'd For three hundred and fifty a pop I'll sell you a dro seed You really don't know me and thats
Let's get this motherfucker back crunk This is gonna be me and my niggas We're holdin' triggers in our back bump To take back what we once had We don
2: Eminem (with Lil Jon in back round)] You don't want no problems with Harlem You don't want no problems with the boogie down Bronkster (Yeah!) You don
, don't get your grey matter punched up 'til you hunched, talk-talkin like you punch drunk One love - two maybe if I'm drunk enough Naked watchin three
on soap Landed on his back, with his gat, now that's dope We got three minutes, nobody seen shit Somebody might have heard shit Singing on some Martin
to see what he's seen But then I'd take 'em right back, to see Martin Luther's dream I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it But half of
fast, and to make it last It's just three men at chung king getting busy We've come a long way since kunta kintizzy And you don't stop, rock on Chubb
guys and black whips left the scene rowdy Air cloudy, a bunch of smoke flow astoundly New assembly, new identity, remember me Keep remedy for the poison of my enemy Martin
teacher but you still can't see 'Cause while you respect Tupac, Tupac respected me Another thing, don't ever show me another ring Remember you Rudy Ray Moore, I'm Martin
