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[Intro:] Yea, the life of the world Let me share somethin' witchu What does not die that'll eternally thrives the free minds That's who you know you're alive [Canibus:] I was spiritual first She cut my umbilical at the physical birth And welcomed me to miserable Earth Why does it hurt? She layed me on my back under the dirt Cover my girth with a dirty shirt What could be worst? She said - "God bless the dead but they got at easy" The livin' get left behind but still can't live their life completely Tough luck, right before I was about to give up I passed out emotionally bankrupt In the dead vegetation it was dark brown red like menstruation I couldn't eat it despite the temptation I was hungry and impatient My hands were shakin', I stopped payment They botched my face in operation Nip and Tuck, livin' it up DAMN! "Why you still spittin' 'Bus?" "'Cause you don't listen to my lyrics enough" Letras de cancionesAt night from a satellite view the city's a heart The red and white blood cells are the lights on cars From that distance look down and observe my lyrics The atmospheres of organism we apparently living Since the beginning, The Law of Three, The Law of Seven On question, the principle of scale or heaven Law One thru Forty Eight Law Forty Nine is the loophole I use to escape Buy the album; get a $50 dollar rebate, before it's too late 2012 is the bill due date Before that, it's 2008, I know you can't relate Just by the confuse look on your face, you can't wait It won't be much longer now Solar activity is gettin' stronger now Al Gore was the Person of the Year, maybe more Maybe I should be for my 400 bar song Now I'm against the wall drinkin' alcohol at Taj Mahal Without balance I am bound to fall To chemicals are color coded I highly encourage you not to smoke it It makes you more curious, don't it? Mass the throttle; crash it into your arch-rival Tryin' to out drive you, every mili second is vital Repsol motorcycles, psycho, breathe nitro Brain cells glow with a light dose SO!, I could Tokyo Drift with no Coke to sniff I shift from 6th to 5th, I broke the shit The gearbox slipped, red Marlboro's for hot lips Order drinks, fire water type, toxic shit Now I got you in the kill box, BITCH! On 6, 5, 4, 3, I got this, 2, 1, 0, the shot hit The unsung hero on some Hip-Hop shit And I dare you to tell me to not spit I evolve from clay and statue, from statue to flesh From flesh to dirt, from dirt to death Beyond that whatever life is left we gotta live it 'til the end Hip-Hop is eternal my friend, we are the life From Letras Mania