this worldly power Taker of lives I won't be controlled by this world I won't be controlled By this worldly power In the face of death I will hold close
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Island! Come on! Hold me down!!! [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Monster cut truck balley shit Champagne spillin while we hittin every bump that my Denali hit Outfit is four
can't be amazed And we some home-made bombs finna blow right up in your face Look at the way you look at me I see it on your face All your hate emanates
Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength 5 Boroughs of death we rep to death Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx.. [KRS-One] We hit em and get em, we stick
y'all niggas better try to grab what's left of your chest. Niggas be talkin' and then they get caught up in shit. Now meet them faces of death. We never
niggaz know what we do We get it in with the Murderland, Chi-town too Hit you up, something nice 'til the death of Yakub Swagger stuck on ya face like
runnin across they faces Temporarily trade places I define hip-hop and transcend it Take linear time and bend it The figures flyin, forever told niggas
burn rubber Figure we could blanff with a mil or two In a tentacle I pulled up behind chemical Doors locked Styles left the other one Down four blocks
ain't got that loud, gold tooth shine like ta-dow Biggie Small's the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that
Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength 5 Boroughs of death we rep to death Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx.. [KRS-One] We hit em and get em, we
dick, start writin' your own shit 'Cause I stick figures, they think they fat and can't rap wind blast I make 'em Slim Fast, lookin' like stick figures
up in a hearse to a church Is the curse of these hideous witches Hittin' hoes wit, 44?s and four by fours wit the pain of a figure four Wounds hit you
come strapped they come ready to mob up If it's static, one of my niggas gon' get two niggas Two of my niggas gon' get four niggas Four of my niggas
it's a paperchase So when you face to face: mom and dollar, keep to the Streets, hit the joints like hollow Boy better figure if you owe them, better
shot it again You got your life but you promised to die Life is death at the end, you put the rest inside Life is death at the end, you put the rest
too close cause it's toxic A new format, complete with the tool Even though I transform, I stay cool For me to get taken, how would you figure it Right
