Texty:
Two Knives

Whatever happened to the days? Those times from the past. Who we are or what we wanted to make of ourselves Is it sad for me to say that I still

style. But I know, Yes I know, That there are two places that I really want to go. Yes it could be here as well, This is certainly no hell, But there are, Two

eye, a riot broke out Blacks put their backs to the wall 'Cause it was north and south A gunman shouts and everybody had doubts Until the bullets started flyin' took two

we do it, do it like that? Keep it creepin', creepin', yes they say it's better than sneakin', sneakin' But when it's all over, it's just over No knives

mound which you been buried Feed off yo' energy, two times infinity MC's are meant to be controllers of mics We trek this battlefield life With words to sleigh the doubters, expect no knives

'll always love me Then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the Destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths but we Know that no matter how many knives

the office in London Now they feel financially trapped Now are locked with the rats in a dingy old dungeon Take this young father of two Signing on

own mother, abusing a whore Snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover? You god damn right bitch and now it's too late I'm triple platinum and tragedies happened in two

most Getting any younger so we like to boast Are the cracks and fissures splintering our lovely lives? Our acceptance of the shiny brand new kitchen knives