of pulling his glock Matter of fact, my nigga got a gun to his back Squeeze three, turn him around, and he gave him a smack Take the joint off his waist
way to find out is to blow the fuck up I listened, put that thought under my wing and in my brainstem Now I think ink can bleed through paint pens Or
'm aiming this Hear them one good time, is he faking kid? Not bleeding like that, he gonna need a shit bad Lay the fuck up, suck it through from a tube
fall, through it's fall. Too cold here Turn yourself bleeding inside Always look for walls To lean beside Too cold here Turn yourself bleed it's eyes
a word...overrun Won't hear a sound From my mouth I've spent too long On the inside out My skin is cold To the human touch This bleeding heart's Not
Touching ground Going home to those I miss Safe and sound Weeks of exile turn to bliss But there's something in her voice When she' is calling me A trace
man, stagnated moral code Submission beyond, last temptation This gift of love transcends into sin A child or man, cold heart in hand Grow through it
you thugged out First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out. Verse 1 *(yukmouth)* I do this for the Real killas, and drug dealers Affiliated wit mobb niggas, and blood spillas Put a slug through
off your face that's when we are split in two razor blade tongue bleeding licks scabbing mouth deadly eyes and chicks she shaves her legs for me to touch
touched by the chill of death Enchanting voices urge him on Through he wants to turn around They sing to him with soothing words A chilling, frighting sound A cold
Touching ground Going home to those I miss Safe and sound Weeks of exile turn to bliss But there's something in her voice When she is calling me A trace
of coal; His wife was dying of cold and he was penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before
to find out is to blow the fuck up I listened, put that thought under my wing and in my brainstem Now I think ink can bleed through paint pens Or spray
will never heal or forget... Like puzzle pieces, set askew, you've come undone The bleeding is ceaseless, you're turning blue, the end had begun Set
You push my buttons and open these scars Just to watch me bleed what I've already bled a thousand times before Agonizing...you make me scream and shout
m falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn - I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn back [Verse 1: Immortal Technique] I once
just to feel your touch again. Here's my heart one last time. Hold me close within your arms. I've tried to hide my pain and yet your eyes see straight through
you Thugged Out first nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out. [Verse 1: Yukmouth] I do this for the real killas, and drug dealers affiliated wit Mobb niggas, and blood spillas put a slug through