keep me hollow Everyday I looked into the mirror Staring back I look less familiar I've seen all seven faces Each one looks a lot like me I've seen all seven faces
all die [Flesh-n-Bone] Y'all simply can't all rap and it ain't no time to play. Twenty-four hours a day, that's seven straight! My killers be rallied
', doin' the same thing 'cause less creating Flow just borin', the spit just corny What happened to old bitin' 'self? Writin' battles done face to face
leave a print to trace Only evidence I leave is hickies on chicks' face On the corner with the crooked niggas, but yo shit's straight We start war to leave with these seven
The album amputated scream the name out Killah Priest I leave the blood filling in the street I'm from the dark hills of Brownsville The seven shields
our babies, that's all out I got gats that blow the wall out, clear the mall out Fuck the fallout, word to Stretch I bet they pussy The seven digits
, you see it up in the cupboard You see me up in toys'r'us, with my seeds 'cause they love it You see insurance flash out, if my kids pass out You see seven
of a sinister formidable place I can let you know the in's and the out's and I can spit it wicked Twisted and you can see by the look of my face Give
to snake pits Secrets of the Masons came to revelations Babylon destroyed by the nations aggravations Riots in the train stations, criminals grabbin' cops Snakes rattlin', angels draggin' Seven
niggas sell packs to get on But let me take you to this place Where these niggas learn to better pain and stress Look a murderer in the face, comin' up
You can't fuck with the criminal, rapping over gangsta shit First I load the clip and then I make the hit I know some of y'all can't fade this Lench Mob
water, Nurses comfort seven-year-old casualties of mortar, A peasant's daughter caught up in a war for a border, And at home we treat our refugees like criminals
and ya pager's goin' off You got a call from the boss, you seen the code 2236 You makin' excuse, you got to piss Even though you at the phone dialin' all seven
your career's lookin critical Reach for this, motherfuck being a criminal Look in your bitch eyes, the vibe is subliminal You wanna freestyle fuck that I need at least seven
hands bitch, run your ice Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth By the fifth eat shit, you'll step off Six is your beatdown, your title is seven Takin
on a different dimension its my intention to be wrenchin the attention from you to me ascension to the top, king of the seven seas man, dont talk about
of you sunny and dunny a money in one of you in seconds no time to waste, that talking, it'll get your face, criminal action, catch a case minimal passion
hands and drop your mic 'Cause I'll go third and he'll go fourth By the fifth you're dissed 'cause you lost Six is your beat down, your title is seven
