belly of the beast
In the shadows where the lost souls dwell, Heartbeats echo like a tolling bell, Struggling in the grime, gotta rise from the depths, Life's a test, but I’m holding my breath. Hustle hard, every day’s a fight, In the belly of the beast, gotta find the light, Street dreams haunt me, but I’m chasing the real, With the weight of the world, gotta carry the steel. Pain’s a teacher, but it cuts like a knife, Souls of the least, we’re just searching for life, In the concrete jungle, where the shadows creep, Every corner turned, there’s a promise to keep. Voices of the fallen whisper in my ear, Remind me of the struggle, remind me of fear, But I stand tall, never bow to defeat, In the belly of the beast, it’s my heart on the street. yeah nigga we're the souls of the least in the belly of the beast, for it's his love that we eat of a feast, and her stains in wetness of yeast, that we wear in silence growl of a beast, for it's us thugs that be known in this hell that is shown with our Satan God on the throne, as demons angels we roam spitting fire lyrics to ya dome out of ya mouth death to foam, we creep in darkness of the moon at night as it lights our path to do evil being wrong for right,our souls are bright, we're built with strength and might to fight, you know it's 50 cent and I like to hold my ghats tucked in and strapped,ready to pull on a scene if you try to stop my flow and stacks of paper for green, criminal minded of a thug and G still ready to shine in the fame of all time,played as the crime toe tagged and outlined in chaulk of my rhymes for I leave you niggaz dead as the weight ,scaled by the best to make you bleed out in fate,cause you know I am the great yeah nigga it's pac's soul on the rise and me Makaveli Father of lies, so everyone is blind to the facts of the truth in my acts,holding my loaded a-k for Isis I'm a terrorist ready to spray of evil that may come and find a way, to be evil for evil for all bad in a day, so my enemies I slay with bullets of pay, death when I lay, down as my head crucified of the bread cross where I shed of my visions that led, to the present past of my pain, Golgotha 's my brain gifted insane, with misery pleasure to gain,
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In the shadows where the lost souls dwell, Heartbeats echo like a tolling bell, Struggling in the grime, gotta rise from the depths, Life's a test, but I’m holding my breath. Hustle hard, every day’s a fight, In the belly of the beast, gotta find the light, Street dreams haunt me, but I’m chasing the real, With the weight of the world, gotta carry the steel. Pain’s a teacher, but it cuts like a knife, Souls of the least, we’re just searching for life, In the concrete jungle, where the shadows creep, Every corner turned, there’s a promise to keep. Voices of the fallen whisper in my ear, Remind me of the struggle, remind me of fear, But I stand tall, never bow to defeat, In the belly of the beast, it’s my heart on the street. yeah nigga we're the souls of the least in the belly of the beast, for it's his love that we eat of a feast, and her stains in wetness of yeast, that we wear in silence growl of a beast, for it's us thugs that be known in this hell that is shown with our Satan God on the throne, as demons angels we roam spitting fire lyrics to ya dome out of ya mouth death to foam, we creep in darkness of the moon at night as it lights our path to do evil being wrong for right,our souls are bright, we're built with strength and might to fight, you know it's 50 cent and I like to hold my ghats tucked in and strapped,ready to pull on a scene if you try to stop my flow and stacks of paper for green, criminal minded of a thug and G still ready to shine in the fame of all time,played as the crime toe tagged and outlined in chaulk of my rhymes for I leave you niggaz dead as the weight ,scaled by the best to make you bleed out in fate,cause you know I am the great yeah nigga it's pac's soul on the rise and me Makaveli Father of lies, so everyone is blind to the facts of the truth in my acts,holding my loaded a-k for Isis I'm a terrorist ready to spray of evil that may come and find a way, to be evil for evil for all bad in a day, so my enemies I slay with bullets of pay, death when I lay, down as my head crucified of the bread cross where I shed of my visions that led, to the present past of my pain, Golgotha 's my brain gifted insane, with misery pleasure to gain,