it slips through your hands Like grains of sand You watch it go There's no time to be lost You'll pay the cost So get it right There's no way out of
juggle it's on it's on the bomb that's calm, get nam, v.c. Saigon, a view to kill code name Python (never in it for a minute, for the life long is our
Canibus:] I was on my way home, the ground opened up like a grave Turned the highway into a tomb It's crazy I grew up playin' with Tonka's Mickey Thompson
them like glowing magnetism it's a transmigration of souls then deafening silence It kind of froze for a moment like the entire world held it's (breath) Why did it had to be this way
