yo...stalin do tha rest of tha second verse where i left off & tha 3rd verse is all yours...
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Ill Definition, Jae-West & Stalin
Group of Ill Emcees , Spitting knowledge , And Gore into the Game,
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Lyrics
I feel slow in a rush, but still im holdin a grudge/
i cant focus in budge, jus approach & potent tha clutch/
feelin broken in such, pain its aimed to leave my motion in suds/
cuz reality actually got me boastin from touch/
darken tha plot, trapped between tha hardest of knocks/
my targets is shot, ghost linger round to be apart from tha top/
up tha notch, to tha barrel that slowly rolls towards death/
my corpse is hexed, & lungs narrowed till im left to force breath/
tha only natural source of vitamins is washed down wit water/
its a new world order, on tha border/
of extreme leavin ya core much shorter/
so dont plan for hopes, its canned for most/
if success came in drugs, id be tha first wit tha antedote/
Griped wit strands of hopes, in hands of wrotes/
hope i dont land to choke, ya know!/
chorus X's 2
From day to day, we in tha mix of wage, in tha change of paste/
We gotta get it yall!
It's tha rage of age, wit flames buried in graves, hope god hear ya praise/
We gotta get it yall!
on tha avenue, pedal to tha floor, fuck my attitude/
settling tha score, when i crash lateral/
cannibal, animal, rampage compadable , quranteed memories of you in a annual/
ya work is all synonyms, relative to mimicin, repetitive words like manucatured m&m's/
I despise amples of side samples/
jesus christ! you flea from fights, jus read ya rights/
you niggas in tha heat of tha night, heart attacks & decease ya life/
permanant absentee, i hope you feel free to die/
