Tekster:
Soil My Own

Feel my angst Deep within me Feed my strength Your words are empty Look inside and you will see Break inside break inside I am, My own And that's something

Feel my angst Deep within me Feed my strength Your words are empty Look inside and you will see Break inside break inside I am, My own And that's something

and I'm a thug All my diamonds I bet you wanted to stop my shining Didn't we warn you, nigga? The sign, see? Blinded Run but they finding me in my Double

spaces 'betwixt the air itself. And he brought me unto a vast farmland of our own midwest. And as we decended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil

, let him go fight his own war Let him impress Daddy that way No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil No more psychological

killin' erect my hidden Streets may be potent put your 9-6 bid in Vampire curse disperse on each verse Swim in black water, act slaughter through my earth You're hit by my

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enforcement agency Bat around my do', makes me beam me up and taze me While my girlfriend, was watchin TV Mindin her own business, breast feedin our newborn

The way I wear my glasses low, the way I sport my toothpick The way I pop it at a hoe, the way I utilize my mouth The way I keep my fuckin blowover over