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 two people touching lips hands on each other's hips nothing else in the world but one another the 42nd floor on a distant shore I wonder how we strayed so far from this Remember when we were just flesh and bone you sir may have forgotten how good your word could be so put down your hollow tips and kiss your lover's lips and remember fate is what you make of it... Please end this... Please end this... Before this ends us... ends us... Ends... us... I wanna stay inside I wanna stay inside for good I wanna stay inside For good... for good... for good... I read the news today And everything they say Just makes me want to stay inside and wait But a part of me knows That waiting in the throws Is all on par with reading with my eyes closed What can I do? you say It's just another day In the life of apes with ego trips Put down your hollow tips And kiss your lover's lips And know that fate is what you make of it Please end this... Please end this... ...

 You think you a killer but we gon just pay 'em a visit Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne Shooting these nig.ga.s lights out like Lebron James Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding After you feel these hollow tips, nigg.a, then we eating Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a Nig.ga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely" So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nig.ga under Smoking like we some Jamaicans fuc.king with this ganja Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must Bad as I want to, some sh.it I just don't discuss So point him out and watch how I knock him off Everywhere you bi.tches go, I got a nig.ga watching ya'll, motherfuckaaaaa ...

 i wrote it to the instrumental of "one mic" a-yo every verse i write, uncovers a piece of my life/ cuz i spill out whats inside like i was stabbed with a knife/ who the fuck says whats right, whats black and whats white?/ tell me when did weapons decide who lives and who dies?/ cuz all i need is one pen, one page, and one blunt/ one 5th as an excuse to act like a dumbfuck/ so don't front, like yo ass could ever break me off/ yeah, you clutch a pistol, but i doubt you'll turn the safety off/ while you're tellin me go to church, cuz imma bad seed/ when you yourself dont even know what the fuck you believe/ turnin religion to a competition, you must be lost/ hollow-tips the only point that really gets across/ and i've been off probation now for over a month/ resortin back to old ways, guess i didnt learn much/ but if you learn such, nothings worth havin depression/ got my mindstate fucked while downin bottles of excedrin/ and this shits gone on for too many years, too many times/ it starts at just a couple of hits then a couple of lines/ pigs want me to come willin' with my hands up to the ceilin'/ but if i refuse to kneelin', then automatically i'm a villain/ weapon concealin', out for killin', fuck the women and children/ is only an assumption, not the way i'm really livin/ but that dont matter, 'til blood splatters, aint no relaxin/ cuz we're payin them to kill us through all that government taxin/ it's the rage of the guage that puts this lead in your brain/ but its my rage that makes me press the lead to this page/ cuz this rap shit is my anti-depressant, sober or not/ cuz i feel like shit 24/7 whether my pops home or he's not/ and my question through this is how could we be so cold?/ just one mistake can make your entire life unfold/ but i've passed that road, i'm done lookin, i'm finally found/ if you need some soul searchin, the time is now/ all i need is one mic... ...

 they say the game is the belly of the beast/blunts for finger/hollow tips for teeth/wire taps for ears/nike airs for feet/ blasphamy for prayers/system for heart/rap music for a beat/heroin for son/ he is married to the street/crack pipe for lungs/ he never sleeps spies with dice in his eyes loves life cause he likes when it dies Lupe Fiasco BET Hip Hop Awards ...

 this is nothing new i been in position before grandma crib n1gg@z outside of her door diffrent day same sh1t ol mac new clip 32 hollow tips gloves no rubber grip ima boss but n1gg@z never show no respect i catch em slippin i have em tonge kissin my tech wonna come test me pucy boy dont try police response never fast enough the shots fired dont be stupid and find out where your b1tch get hair and nails done thats all i know i need to know the song ...

 360 caliber automatic crone and black with regular and hollow tips im trying to sell so i can get back to my family ...

 i was trying to accomplish something that made you think but was catchy at the same time did i get it? ( i know i'm 2 bars shy of a full verse but before i continiue i needed an opinon) full circle soilders we ready for war on the front like / show you your sh*t was outta like like we done fucked up your spine, with scoliosis// i'm sicker than a house infested with roaches/ and kamakazie lyrics at any one who approach this// notice a line around the corner of folks who wanna test/ all we do is step outside and call out who's next// who want step to the champ like its 106 and park in here/ lyrics that dont stop like a car wit faulty parking gear// and you in parking gear cuz you dont move sh*t/ i mean i push rap so well i gotta push bricks// lyrical bullets so hard that you know they gon hit/ lyrical hollow tips spark like chewing on lifesavers/ not cocky but imma prophecy raps life saver// would it help if i changed some of the "lyrics" or "lyrical"'s to other words like flow , rhymes ect? yahoo didnt blank out "fucked" but it was going to black out "sh*t " but i want it there ...

 360 caliber automatic crone and black with regular and hollow tips im trying to sell so i can get back to my family ...