Tekster:
End Of Silence The Handle

that I can get you to see The world as you did as a kid Without the word addiction ever coming Out of your mouth and you were free When you cant handle

strangers. Anyone run, redrum, all get 'em off. Finished niggaz wanna hear silence, makin' me riot, fucka stayed messed and fry-ed. Thought it was over, nigga never the silence

beef, bring on the rookies I got more than just Cool J cookies Rip Rock, crush, stop Cop, I'm poison come and take a drop I bet your teeth will end

for fuckin' cover bum Blite, AK, SK, .44, Tre8 This body kinda heavy, D.O.A., air away So bitch you better take notes, 'fo you end up cut throat End

it. everybody's talking about peace, but nobody's Doing anything about it, except for a few people, and the things are, the grosvenor Square marches in london. the end

ass up with a BLEW, nigga put you blues on And get the fuck up out the bunk we gonna go for a walk Police got a code of silence, see none of them talk

script Check the architecht then select the newest blueprint When I pro-ject the move-ment of the mic, it might strike And brand new life trife that handle

scarred (the way) you touch my skin Can you handle that shock Fragments of words rush through me As I see your lips move fast Echoed voices never end

so bring on the rookies I got more than just Cool J cookies Rip Rock, crush, stop, cop, I'm poison come and take a drop I bet ya teeth will end up around