2008.
Come on now,for God's sake.
shit's getting old man.
Two lovers,two fools,one love.
Or is it?
I purposely hid my phone.
Already knew it.
A whole buncha nothingness.
Full of nothing.
And specs of nothing.
No text.
No numbers.
I roll the die
I roll so high
It ain't no thing
Just a muthafuckin ruckus
Tellin me not innocent
This ain't no game
Murder-one - my style shot your knot like a stun-gun
I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness,
set it on the microphone, and competition get blown
That damn casino
Just a fuckin prediction of my fate
The bets over.
1/20/08
Wu-tang
