Texty:
Action Action Smoke And Mirrors

You?re a cheap killer, and I?m getting sick of it God's dead, and all bets have waived they?re rights All is fair in love and time, who will win the

flicks, you're a cheap killer, and I'm getting sick of it. God's dead, and all bets have waived their rights, all is fair in love and time, who win the

blunt rolled up and so i did the done got it cause im bouta make it happen and she had another friend so i'm bouta got it crackin smoke a blunt outside

we be perfectin' Scenes of light put through all projection Electricity, perfectivity Audio and visually, physically and mentally I got a smile that'll make the mirror crack And

to smoke them Swisher Sweets, but them bitches run faster Don't be jealous jockin' me because my wood some skank Someone puff action smoke one blunt and

the outer lens of your eyesight [El-P] And once again In one verse we have proven That we can rip all these signed big budget motherfuckers (89.9) Peace to Stretch and

he can control you mentally body--he can tell you what to do physically soul--only god control you spirutally so you bust guns smoke weed drink hennessy mirror mirror

(talking) you think you know me but you dont really know me and one day you gonna wake up and figure dat out and when dat day come im thinkin you gon

meteors of iffy sniff, and cigarettes and pills on the speaker silouhetted by the muted television and the rickety venetians, between tweaks he sweeps at home depot and