歌手:Terror Squad
专辑:《True Story》

To all my, to all my, to all my, to all my
To all my peoples that passed away
Uh huh To all my peoples that passed away, to all my, to all my
To to to,
Free sanity and wings as they cast away [Verse 1: Armageddon]
Sometimes
I envious on peoples that past away
They so synonm, there wings being cast away
I dream so vivid, the scene shakes me fast awake
I keep thinking maybe somethings tryna show me how to master my faith
They say I'm deep and too complex for rap
But yo, I grew to learn theres more to life then cars and gats
So I chose to share the light and write my bars with that
But ****** scared to grow so they tend to hold you back
They take this s*it that they don't understand and call it wack
Tell you that ain't the way it goes son, thats conscience rap
But y'all running in circles working the same old act
And I done reaching at a level, but
I'm wrong for that
And I ain't ********,
I'm just tryna let you know where
I'm at I'm getting old, as my son grows, so do my raps
I feel your misery, you living off the next mans life
He just as bad, cuz he dreams you can strengthen his light
I wanna shout out all the two time fellas holding guns for weak thugs
Risking their freedom, for short money and weak love 85 is tryna earn respect from them young boys
Catching temper tantroms, having fits like young boys
And b*****s do it too, get deffensive and peranoid
See everybody wanna have some power to exploit
Now maybe you can tell me whos the problem at this point
Me or you homes,
I hope you following this joint [Hook: Tony Suns*ine]
I need a Stress free, peaceful holiday
Just enough for me to see another day
To let the stars breathe
Easy for a day,
I feel all alone while the crowd keep chillin [2pac Talking]
All my mother f****ng ****** at? my ****** who down to body a ***** in this motherf****r
All my riders, all my killers, all my motherf****rs, holla at me man, let me know whatsup ****** [2nd Verse: Armageddon]
****** tryna please the crowd when they creating their rhymes
I just be thinking out loud, y'all ain't gonna pay me no mind
Maybe I'm living in the clouds, or just ahead of my time
I got books of all the s*it
I wrote between all the crimes
Looking back, tryna trace tracks just to see what
I find Nothing but evidence, back to fact the world is mine
And I ain't irrogant,
I'm just Intellectually pompous
Cuz I can super seed anything you accomplish
This ***** dry snitching like he looking for sympathy
Nobody give a **** about you or your history
Do you *****?
Make some s*it shop a deal
Cuz that hot s*it you talkin could get you popped forreal
Take my advice,
I sugested like a cotton a meal
If not, **** it, you can starve and keep your eyes pealed
But, don't get me involved,
I don't owe you s*it
The same goes for that little ***** thats all on my ****
Your all just a bunch of misserable f***s
Broke, mad, drunk , high and gangsta'ed up
It's so sad,
I wish that
I could cry for him and her
I'm busy mastering this ?? tryna stay up
And their ain't no looking back,
I got my crazy mind made up
My ***** L home just in time to witness me bust
****** say and speak the truth, getty thats whatsup
Go in the booth, produce the proof, show these ****** how to really give up [Hook] [2pac Talking]
All my real ass ****** at?
All my motherf****ng riders, all my b*****s in this motherf****r
All the ****** wit money, the ****** who ain't afraid to kill a *****, holla at a *****, let me know where you ****** at *****