Texty:
Of The Son Burn The Inside

And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily And they love me back, that's why they stay with me So if you havin' girl problems, I'll be there for you son Got

What's the deal son? Herm Fiasco It's the world famous AZ Show For the world (AZ Show) [AZ] No doubt, time to mellow out Party at the yellow house, yell

niggaz know how to shoot joints} (Put down the gun son) {Elmira, Riker's Island, coming from Brownsville} (Put down the gun son) Niggaz tried to front

burning sensation Getting closer to God in a tight situation Now, take these words home and think it through Or the next rhyme I write might be about you Son

long black funeral cars left the scene And the boy was just standin' there alone Lookin' at the shiny red tractor Him and his daddy used to sit inside

lines petrify your mind?s third eye, when I?m high I pull the trey in your insides, I strike blindside Rip inside, my syllables simmer for every criminal

McDonald's pays And you can sing my blues to Billie Holiday Put your ass in my path and I'm a blast it Mind over matter, I burn like battery acid Terrorizing

away camp, the fly lady champ The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless Slayin' all these earthlings an' fake foreigners In the Phillipines, pick herbal beans, bubblin' strings Body chemical 'Cream', we burn

play Families seem like the real enemy A true, true friends of me is trees and Hennessy I love the ghetto life, FDR city lights Burnin L's inside the