Is there anybody there?
Yeah!
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My garden is made of stone
There's a computer center over the road
I saw a monster on the roof
Its colors glowed on the roof
Round the corner
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Here they have no records
They know your questions about no words
Just bumble stumble to the waves
Twitching out to the waves
Clock it! Clock it!
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My vibrations will live on
In vibes on vinyl through the years
People will dance to my waves
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For a mental orgasmfeaturing Mac
Got my nigga Mr Kane aka Stephen King
black rain putting niggas in a bodysling
My nigga Mac the camouflage assassin
putting niggas in the motherfucking uhn
You want some motherfucking gangsta shit nigga
Verse 1 (Kane)
Fuck Batman niggas in my hood be robbing
Clips and techs stole my soul like the Angel of Death drama left my
mama sobbing
Fucking with Kane catch embalming fluid in the veins
Better off having a ?? on cocaine cutting your fucking brain
Anger, and keep a round live in the chamber
Its clear and present danger
Who the bitch made nigga banger
Living United States of America bullets break the sound barrier
Shook niggas down to dick licking when I bury ya
Verse 2 (Mac)
If its my fast life, then hit breaks and slow me down God
Cause uptown many dead bodies was found God
On this island that runs along the Mississippi River
When ain't no need in looking in debt cause he deliver
Fuck strangers, I know niggas who kill family members
Your life is unimportant as Christmas is to December
And heroin has got niggas on some of them demand shit
Some loaded mack 11 in the hand shit
[Chorus]
Nigga, have you ever seen the face of death
Nigga, have you ever heard the word of God
These hollow tip bullets be hot like the sun
Don't trust no one but your God and your gun
Verse 3 (Abel)
Bitch listen to the words of the south poor righteous teacher
I'm a die with hate in my eyes
Smoking some reefer with the grim reaper
Cause niggas on my block is ignorant like Sasquatch
I cook rhymes and beats like baking soda with rocks
Its hysteria when I left your whole block red like ketchup
Still running from the popos, but them hoes still can't catch up
Don't give a fuck, smoke that sticky til my soul get high
My spirit already dead, waiting for this body to die
Cause I'm a thug,