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feat. Freeway Turn back to the earth [Hook] We made of dust, turn back to the earth For better or worse, until we laying in the hearse But I like when it hurts, from the pain I emmerge I gain, I sustain, and remain, that's my word I'm on another temp, I fell from the mothership Scream on a sunny day, nigga start thundering Lightning quick, I strike, here I come again Damn right I'm the real deal, stop wondering I used to reminiscing wanna be young again But now I'm numb as shit, focused on conquering Not adrenaline, the right amount of confidence And I don't brag, nah, I ain't on that cocky shit I'm quite the opposite, I start the apocalypse Top on this, never flow away too monstruous I lift an obelisk straight out the continent Raw, my contact requires more compliment Harmonious with that spit way too dominant Burried in the pyramid, rise from the sarcophagus Live to the fullest, till I die like the prophets did Never stoppin, now constant prosper [Hook] We made of dust, turn back to the earth For better or worse, until we laying in the hearse But I like when it hurts, from the pain I emmerge I gain, I sustain, and remain, that's my word We made of dust, turn back to the earth For better or worse, until we laying in the hearse But I like when it hurts, from the pain I emmerge I gain, I sustain, and remain, that's my word Vivid, lyrical terrorist, split arm barrier Emcees that need other emcees to carry them Swiss cheese they dericle, Thin c's, they area The .44 will put em lower like marion Bar, barbarian, move like bitch my bricks are aerian Y'all not hearin them, bulletproof everything Locks protect my niggas, not ... You live barians, y'all read various books the shit dangerous Shouldn't try to gamble with crooks cause we famous Came with the bangers, let off the stainless and leave you brainless Sully free and you know who this gang is The team early, and you better be early with the payments Cause I'm the landlord, I'm mister frolly with the choppa Skip the doctors, send you niggas to the dirt with a grey... [Hook] We made of dust, turn back to the earth For better or worse, until we laying in the hearse But I like when it hurts, from the pain I emmerge I gain, I sustain, and remain, that's my word We made of dust, turn back to the earth For better or worse, until we laying in the hearse But I like when it hurts, from the pain I emmerge I gain, I sustain, and remain, that's my word. |