sn0man
01-16-07, 01:12 PM
The game can be explained by disectin its frame
each body parts a metaphore we all maintain
foot soldiars move the work they consist of his feet
the middlemans above him and connects to the knees
the claws are the product constantly movin round
everything it touches its sure as hell to break down
molests families and beats the kids to the ground
they only see one way to escape It has more feet now
the legs are the violence they keep the game goin
bullets are the veins they make sure the bloods flowin
the blocks are the cloths the game needs more and more
its knuckles are the goons ready to bust down your door
its eyes are the street eveything it sees is a target
its enemy is knowledge which can lead us to marches
it has a different type of knowledge with the streets as its eyes
it don't know how to love childeren, loves to see parents die
choppers are his honer and they back up his word
his best memories are when he left backs on the curb
his bones are the projects without them he couldn't stand
his wife is slavery and greed was his best man
Loves disease, its well known AIDS is his best high
He loves sex but even more when the deaths rise
crack babies are his kids and he sleeps around town
sleeping with him only brings death but his seed gets around
cannibalistic he carves out bodies before he swallows
everyone he involved with him becomes ignorant and hollow
his lungs breath smog and his hairs made of diamonds
enslaving Africans on a whim just so he can keep shinin
takes naps in poverty but makes his bed in a cell
puts cologne on to step out and death is the smell
each body parts a metaphore we all maintain
foot soldiars move the work they consist of his feet
the middlemans above him and connects to the knees
the claws are the product constantly movin round
everything it touches its sure as hell to break down
molests families and beats the kids to the ground
they only see one way to escape It has more feet now
the legs are the violence they keep the game goin
bullets are the veins they make sure the bloods flowin
the blocks are the cloths the game needs more and more
its knuckles are the goons ready to bust down your door
its eyes are the street eveything it sees is a target
its enemy is knowledge which can lead us to marches
it has a different type of knowledge with the streets as its eyes
it don't know how to love childeren, loves to see parents die
choppers are his honer and they back up his word
his best memories are when he left backs on the curb
his bones are the projects without them he couldn't stand
his wife is slavery and greed was his best man
Loves disease, its well known AIDS is his best high
He loves sex but even more when the deaths rise
crack babies are his kids and he sleeps around town
sleeping with him only brings death but his seed gets around
cannibalistic he carves out bodies before he swallows
everyone he involved with him becomes ignorant and hollow
his lungs breath smog and his hairs made of diamonds
enslaving Africans on a whim just so he can keep shinin
takes naps in poverty but makes his bed in a cell
puts cologne on to step out and death is the smell