Texty:
Heavens Basement

, it emptied out the streets Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners. They stashed them away in a basement

of the shadow of death Want to hunt me down all the need for people Heaven I wonder, will the devil catch me shall prevail Lately even heaven is flashy

mind playin' tricks [Incomprehensible], to really Me out in five unless I take another hit I done seen the sunset on the other side of town Now I'm driftin' in the darkness, Heaven

on a plane There's something ticking in the overhead And inside your brains There's bodies in the water And bodies in your basement If heaven's for

the name right Brett, one of the best rappers ever to touch a mic It's prophecized I'd write, spit scriptures mind blowin 'Til my coffin top close and heaven

Well it got my goat For heaven's sake! What? A-Ha! See something's come over The people around here They never leave their comfor zone What? A-ha! They

ladies Who never conceived those billion dollar babies Militant mothers hiding in the basement Using pots and pans, as their shields and their helmets Molotov milk bottles, heaved

guest list, who brung you? You, the more famous person you come through And the sexy lady next to you, you come too And then the hit men standing outside of Heaven

I need to cop yachts You know my shirt Nike, we can go one on one Don't take this game lightly, higher than Jordan's dunks Higher than Mt. Everest, higher than clouds in heaven