now lately i've been findin myself
pourin my guts out
expressin my thoughts
lettin my nuts out in the walls
of sleep
i can't keep it all in the hall clear
while others keep it inside for the pride they hold dear
shoulda been
woulda been
coulda been the cops
stop look and listen
you'll get a vision of hip-hop
individuals lookin to the battle the shadows of man
see it all
be it all
you need a plan
it takes one man to understand this
learn fuckin with a deadly gas
you get burned
from the window of my room
i shoot all stars
every little bit you consume
the high cost
of living it's all given to you
don't lose it
every man's given a tool
but don't use it
from the window of my room
i shoot all stars
every little bit you consume
the high cost
break free
you're selling your soul
for a fee
but all that shit ain't worth it
you burnin up see
the window of my room
i shoot all stars
every little bit you consume
is high cost
break free
you're selling your soul
for a fee
but all that shit ain't worth it
you burnin up see
from the window of my room
the gloom spreadin across
the land of milk and honey
no money to feed the boss
funny the cost of life
cut clean blood streams
out the body
nobody wants you dreamin about shorty
no longer don't need a 40 to take away any pain
so punk me and i'll give you the world exact change
or quote me and you're never the same
i claim no one
i show none the weakness individuals go forth ya seek this
wherever i roam is home to me
you shogun
look at my enemies try to do me
the influential status
you know the baddest
lookie here
show you what that is
bringin the madness
sadness to those appealin to any conflict
lookin out my window pane
i see you fallin
what are you a man or a mouse
the house light
shinin within
that's when you begin to live again
from my window i can see
humanity
goin insane g
everybody want respect
but you gotta collect
only hardcore vatos on the set
don't get me wrong but some rhymes get twisted
there it goes
the pride
you missed it
i ain't upset with the motherfucker dissin
find me in watts when you wanna come hit me
some shit ain't what it seems
in the land of dreams
some sell their soul to get the cream
from the teens i don't sling or slang no crack
i'm known for bringin in funky ass raps
see those magazine crews and i'm a goner
dull interviews with these damn primadonnas
unlike some of these fools on the turf
look like the real thing
but they soft like nerfs
so unrehearsed that it shows in the product
need to get the fuck out
before you get caught up