JIZM
02-12-2003, 05:56 AM
While you Hibernate, i hide and wait/
And decide on the date in which death provides your fate/
Climb in through the window, pull the nine from my waist/
Drop a slug in your back and leave your spine on the shades/
Leave you to die in the place, im high so i laugh as
the tears dry on your face/
Now i dont wanna catch a case, so im concealing my steps/
The D.a. her reps and detecs wanna put a noose on my neck/
Street rules in effect, hired a goon wit a tec/
Some kid who was more than a little loose in the head/
Told me for the right price, he'd leave a wound in each fed/
J-I-Z-M, Lyrical mass murderer hides his tools in a shed/
Angels fall from the heavens when i make ghouls with my lead/
The duel of the dead, We was all born to expire/
Your moment of truth comes the minute your soul is retired/
My flow is dope and of course openly admired/
Niggas who claim they got EXPLOSIVE lyrics only blow cause
the detonators remote is rewired/
They missed lettin off shrapnel the first time, im still here/
My team is like the navy SEAls nigga we bang and clear/
Leavin your gang in fear, hangin there by the neck
while we retake the sphere/
My words cut like the blade of shears, Sayin my name out
in public is like cursin in a babys ear...
Damn...this place look different...aint been here in a minute...what up to my niggas in here...1
And decide on the date in which death provides your fate/
Climb in through the window, pull the nine from my waist/
Drop a slug in your back and leave your spine on the shades/
Leave you to die in the place, im high so i laugh as
the tears dry on your face/
Now i dont wanna catch a case, so im concealing my steps/
The D.a. her reps and detecs wanna put a noose on my neck/
Street rules in effect, hired a goon wit a tec/
Some kid who was more than a little loose in the head/
Told me for the right price, he'd leave a wound in each fed/
J-I-Z-M, Lyrical mass murderer hides his tools in a shed/
Angels fall from the heavens when i make ghouls with my lead/
The duel of the dead, We was all born to expire/
Your moment of truth comes the minute your soul is retired/
My flow is dope and of course openly admired/
Niggas who claim they got EXPLOSIVE lyrics only blow cause
the detonators remote is rewired/
They missed lettin off shrapnel the first time, im still here/
My team is like the navy SEAls nigga we bang and clear/
Leavin your gang in fear, hangin there by the neck
while we retake the sphere/
My words cut like the blade of shears, Sayin my name out
in public is like cursin in a babys ear...
Damn...this place look different...aint been here in a minute...what up to my niggas in here...1