I'm already starving And eight weeks later Hands still ... Reaching for something Reaching for something Let god save god Let god save god ...
age is upon us And yet the past refuses to rest in its shallow grave For those who hide behind the false image of the son of man shall stand before God
so far away And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin' And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin' And yer sun-decked desert and
the Ho Chi Minh trail to the song of the nightingale Any artist can turn a garden to a desert But can he turn a desert to a garden? That's where I come
up, I'ma let y'all know I'm the Freestyle King Got more ice than Dairy Queen, I pull up very clean on the scene In a brand new machine, it might be a
Ho Chi Minh trail to the song of the nightingale Any artist can turn a garden to a desert But can he turn a desert to a garden? That's where I come in
[Intro: Killah Priest (Kurupt sing-song style) {Kurupt}] Horsemen, Killah Priest, Ras Kass, Kurupt, Canibus (Ain't no way I'm gonna let these bitch ass