the lost souls tossed Hard rocks scared of being soft, they'll burn like molotovs A Holocaust, they can't see the cost paid, the cascade They can't see who
they specify? These terms of why when they ain't the most high What they fear the will kill but the soul will never die Sayeed: Through seasons lesions
answers Without me, it's all just hype men, dat tapes, and back up dancers Hold my banner for knowledge, wisdom and understand integrity Every city Mars
dissing you?/ From the big willie cats to the underground and miniscule?/ Honestly, it?s anyone polluting the subliminal/ If that?s you, retribution is unconditional/ I?m willing
