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Armageddon talking
To all my, to all my, to all my, to all my
To all my peoples that passed away
Uh huh
To all my peoples that passed away, to all my, to all my
To to to, Free sanity and wings as they cast away
Verse 1: Armageddon
Sometimes I envious on peoples that past away
They so synonm, there wings being cast away
I dream so vivid, the scene shakes me fast awake
I keep thinking maybe somethings tryna show me how to master my faith
They say I'm deep and too complex for rap
But yo, I grew to learn theres more to life then cars and gats
So I chose to share the light and write my bars with that
But scared to grow so they tend to hold you back
They take this s**t that they don't understand and call it wack
Tell you that ain't the way it goes son, thats conscience rap
But y'all running in circles working the same old act
And I done reaching at a level, but I'm wrong for that
And I ain't moaning, I'm just tryna let you know where I'm at
I'm getting old, as my son grows, so do my raps
I feel your misery, you living off the next mans life
He just as bad, cuz he dreams you can strengthen his light
I wanna shout out all the two time fellas holding guns for weak thugs
Risking their freedom, for short money and weak love
85 is tryna earn respect from them young boys
Catching temper tantroms, having fits like young boys
And girls do it too, get deffensive and peranoid
See everybody wanna have some power to exploit
Now maybe you can tell me whos the problem at this point
Me or you homes, I hope you following this joint
Hook: Tony Sunshine
I need a Stress free, peaceful holiday
Just enough for me to see another day
To let the stars breathe
Easy for a day, I feel all alone while the crowd keep chillin
2pac Talking
All my mother fking at? my who down to body a nigg* in this
motherfker
All my riders, all my killers, all my motherfkers, holla at me man, let me
know whatsup
2nd Verse: Armageddon
tryna please the crowd when they creating their rhymes
I just be thinking out loud, y'all ain't gonna pay me no mind
Maybe I'm living in the clouds, or just ahead of my time
I got books of all the s**t I wrote between all the crimes
Looking back, tryna trace tracks just to see what I find
Nothing but evidence, back to fact the world is mine
And I ain't irrogant, I'm just Intellectually pompous
Cuz I can super seed anything you accomplish
This nigg* dry snitching like he looking for sympathy
Nobody give a fk about you or your history
Do you nigg*?Make some s**t shop a deal
Cuz that hot s**t you talkin could get you popped forreal
Take my advice, I sugested like a cotton a meal
If not, fk it, you can starve and keep your eyes pealed
But, don't get me involved, I don't owe you s**t
The same goes for that little b*tch thats all on my d*ck
Your all just a bunch of misserable fks
Broke, mad, drunk , high and gangsta'ed up
It's so sad, I wish that I could cry for him and her
I'm busy mastering this ?? tryna stay up
And their ain't no looking back, I got my crazy mind made up
My nigg* L home just in time to witness me bust
say and speak the truth, getty thats whatsup
Go in the booth, produce the proof, show these how to really give up
Hook
2pac Talking
All my real as* at?
All my motherfking riders, all my girls in this motherfker
All the wit money, the who ain't afraid to kill a nigg*, holla
at a nigg*, let me know where you at nigg*