paranormatic
03-26-07, 06:22 PM
yo,
you can tell where *****z been by their soles(souls),
gum at the buttom of timberlands n shell toes,
alot of sticky situations,
after life in purgatory I'll be rappin to the gateman about my reservations,
preservation of da soul watch me laminate it,
apocalypse now,
but you false prophets can't mandate it,
hands n da churches pockets rappin bout skies fallin,
GODs comin,
so is death,
... but when da riper come I'll make sure my welcome mat is swept,
I felt da night he crept,
He breathed a silent breath,
woke me out my sleep,
ooops chief my bad,
da wrong address,
and I never felt a deeper depth,
it exceeds 2000 leagues,
woke me up the next mornin,
broke me down to my knees,
GOD please,
I'm doing my best,
I know u da most revered,
but I stood dere in fear as dey beat my lord to death,
quite is kept,
n deaths warnin is well heeded,
embedded in my heart so he need not repeat it,
he like...dis scythe here cut through the flesh perce da soul,
n i'll see you pretty soon if Just Enough For The City is all you're livin fa,
ergo...dat be the last straw plucked from da scarecrow,
So when I holla revolution,
What da hell r u scared fo
you can tell where *****z been by their soles(souls),
gum at the buttom of timberlands n shell toes,
alot of sticky situations,
after life in purgatory I'll be rappin to the gateman about my reservations,
preservation of da soul watch me laminate it,
apocalypse now,
but you false prophets can't mandate it,
hands n da churches pockets rappin bout skies fallin,
GODs comin,
so is death,
... but when da riper come I'll make sure my welcome mat is swept,
I felt da night he crept,
He breathed a silent breath,
woke me out my sleep,
ooops chief my bad,
da wrong address,
and I never felt a deeper depth,
it exceeds 2000 leagues,
woke me up the next mornin,
broke me down to my knees,
GOD please,
I'm doing my best,
I know u da most revered,
but I stood dere in fear as dey beat my lord to death,
quite is kept,
n deaths warnin is well heeded,
embedded in my heart so he need not repeat it,
he like...dis scythe here cut through the flesh perce da soul,
n i'll see you pretty soon if Just Enough For The City is all you're livin fa,
ergo...dat be the last straw plucked from da scarecrow,
So when I holla revolution,
What da hell r u scared fo