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[Intro:] Yeah... You Know Sometimes I Find It Hard To Put Everything I Wanna Express In One Song You Know? Some Times You Gotta Go Out Side The Box When You Create... Can I Talk To You? (Talk To You) I Just Wanna Talk To 'Ya'll Can I Talk To You? (Talk To You) No Hooks I Just Wanna Talk To You... (Talk To You) No Motherfucking Watered Down Bullshit Can I Talk To You? (Talk To You) Let Me Holla At 'Ya'll Man [Verse:] Yeah Me Not Writing A Album Every Seven Days Is As Odd As You Meeting A Reverend That Never Prays It's As Rare As Me Not Packing A Pistol In The Seventh Grade It's Like Surviving A Shot From Every Weapon Ever Made See I'm On An Everlasting Endeavor For Better Days Got A Vendetta For Chedda I'm Rippin' Whatever Stage And I'm Way More Than Some Metaphors And A Clever Phrase Way More Than A Chain And Some Size Eleven J's I'm A Pyromaniac Looking For Mics To Set A Blaze I'm A Psycho Brainiac Focus My Brain Never Sways And My Minds A Maze With A Hundred And Eighty Seven Ways Letras de cancionesFor Me To Get Out My Mind And Let That Beretta Raise Or Pop The Shotgun Bet You Never Met A Guage Leave You Deader Than Dead Stop Your Breath It Won't Let You Age Disrespect Me Expect Me To Protect Me And Catch A Case Adress Me As Leather Face Jesse Smith And Wesson James Not To Spit In Heavens Face But I Live In This Hell This Place Where People Are Rebellin' Sellin' Hatin' Expelling Grace In The Ghetto A Piece Of Metal's In Every Felons Waist The Devil's Peddling Wicked Thoughts At An Excelling Pace Meddling In Affairs Offer Nectre You Never Taste Fools And Jesters Fall Victim Hope You Rest In A Better Place Maybe We Should All Pray Instead Of Measures Of Less Or Fake See I've Been There Before Bad Weather The Pressure Makes And As Strange As It Sound I Forever Will Treasure Snakes Cause They Make Me Appreciate My Brethren Who Never Fake Swear To God I'm Writing Albums Like Every Seven Days With' No Effort Then I Crash 'Em Them Records I Never Played But Today I'm Letting Letter's Connect To Digest A Page My Collective Perspectives Are Effective When Expressing Rage Respected I'm Expected To Select The Domestic Cage In The Pen For Felonies They Said It Would Never Pay And This Is What They Say Bout You Nigguhs Who Ghetto Raised Let 'Em Face Hunger And Deadly Plagues No Question They Catching Strays They Sex'n They Catchin AIDS A Wretched Phaze Our Community's In It's Like We Gotta Be Edrain James Just To Dodge Obsticals Kids Homeless They Never Ate Living In Shelters Momma's Felt This Factions From Section Eight And These Politicians Are Bitches With Shit They Legislate Convicted Felons Are Slaves So Prisons They'd Rather Make Free Labor Is Paper For Corporations In Every State So They Target Us Nigguhs Man I Carry This Heavy Weight I Meditate Picture Myself In Front Of Heaven's Gates Open My Eyes I'm Still In The Hood For Heaven's Sake [Outro:] Can I Talk To You! Can I Talk To You? Can I (Can I) Talk To You? I Just Wanna Talk To You... Hey Wiz Talk To Them Man! I Just Wanna Talk To You... Can I Talk To You? I Just Wanna Talk To You... Can I Talk To You? DJ Wiz Talking With His Hands! I'm Way More Then Some Metaphors And A Clever Phrase... To You! I'm Way More Then Some Metaphors And A Clever Phrase... To You... To You! I'm Way More Then Some Metaphors And A Clever Phrase... From Letras Mania