Until The End
Let it be prophesized; niggaz'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way niggaz get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
Niggaz is bold and they choose to roll
I kill em all, watch now nigga truth be told
Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter
Niggaz dyin by my 30-yard, brains'll splatter
Wonder why these niggaz cross me
I'm certified crazy, so sick the world made me
Now diggy-die, everytime I ride it's for reasons
Hard to kill a nigga cause I'm comin back like Jesus
Bow down to my ill nation runnin from drug cases
Looki
Screaming Skin
Following my lust for wander everywhere I've ever been, I can't escape the sound of it - the sound of my screaming skin.
My skin cries.
My blood sighs.
I still owe some dread on this hide.
Following my trust in wonder I watch the circus begin.
I can't ignore the scent of it - the scent of my screaming skin.
My skin cries.
My blood sighs.
I still owe some dread on this hide.
La la la la la la la.
La.
La la la la la la la.
I'm a multicellular individual.
You're way out of proportion!
We've got the hemodynamic connection.
Don't call me germ!
Allowing for my strength to muster.
My losses begin to win.
Tropical winds start to bluster, raising the fur on my skin.
My skin cries.
My spirits fly.
But I still owe some dread on this hide.
Oooh.
Yeah!
I'm a multicellular individual.
You're way out of proportion!
We've got the hemodynamic connection.
And don't call me germ!
Swallowing my pride no longer, I take the forbidden sun.
If I have been sculpted by hunger, I'm not the only one.
My skin cries.
My blood sighs.
I still owe some dread on this hide of mine.
La la la la la la la.
La la la la.
La la la la la la la la.
I'm a multicellular individual.
You're way out of proportion, ah ha!
We've got the hemodynamic connection.
Don't call me germ!
My skin cries.
My spirit flies.
But I still owe some dread on this hide.
My skin cries.
My blood sighs.
And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine.
My spirit flies.
My blood sighs.
And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine.
My skin cries.
My spirit flies.
But I still owe some dread on this hide.