| All my flashbacks are comprised of cold settings |
| A snow crunching under my boot when the cold set in |
| Somewhere along the line I find that there's no lesson |
| When life let it go when it flows with no effort |
| Wash my face, look up and see no reflection |
| The eulogy of rap, you faggots get no mention |
| The tomb they wish they laughed reveals the whole picture |
| Resentment in the form of friends this close wit' ya |
| Drop the ball despite of the fact they got no mission |
| The angel and the devil on my shoulder, both listen |
| I speak into the breeze and the freeze it turn to hail |
| Recently I have seen how heaven can turn to hell |
| If ammunition shells could speak they'd probably yell |
| A strange place to be is where they wanna see you fail |
| Rubbin' hands together like bird men until |
| You either gon' succumb to the darkness or prevail |
| It's true just what they say it ain't real until it's real |
| Even I was blown away by how it made me feel |
| It ain't just in the movies, It ain't just all tales |
| This is how it feels when hatred's in the air |
| This is how it feels when hatred's in the air |
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| My chain hanged down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables |
| M O double beat the stable |
| A quiet storm brewing my head all night long |
| Well look into my eyes and witness the lightning strike down |
| Wack rappers need to pipe down |
| I'm Kia Shine crispy new uptowns get wiped down |
| His last words I was the only one to hear 'em |
| I kick back and remarks |
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| and verbal |
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| It's no question who they fearing |
| Rappers catch strays and their bitches catch feelings |
| It's no wonder who they feeling |
| This is what it's like when hatred's in the building |
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