yeah, shot with bullets riddled, my blood still in them towers
I'm in wtc, the 9/11 hour
ask and you shall receive, too bad who don't believe
to criticize at a critical moment as this be
I passed out my shit in harlem, and walked it down to ruckus
hopped a chinese bus back to philly where this
life determined lately by constantly hating
from outside of this realm, as if this ain't relating
the wildest shit to many, but turned down by the bricks
'til bodies beyond bodies was buried in the mix
beginning of 2000 attempt to hit the bosses
ain't know at all who the boss is, shit got distorted
now laying low so long, I cornered cain
got shit for brains, my mm bout to shift his brains
truth be told? july 2007, check the message
y'all witnessed me alright, wanna' really get this messed up?
like the zig-zag.net massacre in the south philly naval shipyard?
keep on playing like God is some retard
stay up and get money, but pay up the rent money
pale horse, Philly ghosts prey on the ones hungry...