Texty:
Tomorrow S Weapons

s gather up the peeps, hundred deep Ta to, tell em we can take it to the streets What ya want Ya counterfeit, ford bootleg MC's Whose the best let's

A5 Am Am Soldier of fortune He's a man of war Just can't remember What he's fighting for Start a revolution Right before your eyes

to hoops, that's us, like namin' emcees and boostin' brought the news. Run through wussy pussy (...?...). There's the predator, rhymes to better ya, blah! Where's

the lyrical You want to get physical? That's a Goodfella ritual Get with you? Yeah, I can get with ya Step to me, A.G., it's got to be for my signature

or old in the end it's what we after Even my grandpappy's happy, he got prescribed Viagra Grandaddy, grandaddy what's happenin' What's up, what's up

m askin', spittin' loogies from my weapon With indestructable niggas that called made man He grabbin' shit, I grab mine, so now we blazin' Tomorrow never

I have no home. I live within my mind. I have no one. no one I'm bringing up to the sky with me. No weapon - I carry no sword, only my hands to protect

experiments continue all through the night The doctors proceed with their tests Death is examined inside and out until the world's convinced There's no tomorrow

it goes Got my weapons out, I'm laying low On this end of the telescope Alone you ramble the whole of the world Through black water jungles for bliss It's