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Long as the world is spinnin Whether I'm dead or livin I'll be hated forever, Eternally Unforgiven For all the times I commited sins Havin visions of the flames my soul will be burnin in I'll be turnin in my grave, Unable to find peace With people prayin that I rest in grief Long as the world is spinnin Whether I'm dead or livin Eternally, Eternally Unforgiven
Mama rubbed her stomach at night She said she knew I would be somethin in life Mama told me I was a gift to the whole world Cause she pushed me out and had a nut That made her toes curl, Yeah She said Look at his pretty eyes What a beautiful child and he hardly ever cried Until he turned 16 and started shootin people Now he's murderin innocent folks and bangin his gang Garden Blocc Loc's, Deuce-Four Slangin his caine, Schemin to it hide from mama Believin the drama is painful At home he's mama's little angel Till God's kingdom or hell comes I'm the Spawn, Lucifer in my mom It was 1991 when I came to the game And I was ill before Cypress Hill was insane in the brain Give you a little history about the siccness And what it was really meant to be It was gangsta, s**t so pure It was sick with no cure, Literally And to spit it, You had to live it, Represent it with me Hear the genisis, Reminisce with me The trinity in the beginning It was Sicx, Lynch and me Sicx stayed in the middle of The Creek When I was freestylin to Dr. Dre instrumental beats I was rhymin about car chases and nines sprayin clips When Scarface was a Geto Boy and his mind was playin tricks When Pac was doin the humpty dance with Digital Underground I was bangin Blocc Crip, Puttin niggaroes underground I was sick with the spits He introduced me to Lynch We started producing the hits That "Niggaz in Black EP" and endangered "Nigga Deep"