it's tragic, don't deal with Magic Johnson, renegade like Charles Bronson Packing a force like 18 Bronzemen Grand larson, excelent marksmen arson Fire, water, earth, metal, wind
In the yard, pound for pound nigga we hit it Six digits, we spending that at the lot That's what it's all about, paper chasing [Lil' Keke:] Earth wind fire
niggas, that be tryin to ball With your little ghetto-fame, Tech to snatch your chain They used to call him Killa, now Got-Murdered his name I smack Earth, Wind & Fire
spirit you'll inherit the divine You are God, you best believe Don't waste your time down on your knees It's everybody for themselves You have the fire
haze exhaling fumes Mixtape biohazardous waste the rhyme unravel Monumental statue I stab you with flying shrapnel Pteoradactyl wingspan bring man to bended knee Withstand earth fire and wind
sky on Earth, there's too much Wind for the Fire We out here in the parking lot, knockin out the last corners Of drink we had since yesterday from somewhere
broken as the colours fell straight from the light [Part IV (The Sea of Stars)] I'm floating in the sea of stars, I'm drifting away from the shore I