Illness

[Chorus 2X: Bronze Nazareth] Flashes of brilliance.... Cash in abundance... Swallowed by these buildings... Peace of mind, but I don't tell you 'bout the illness... [Phillie] Swallowed by these buildings, never seen the Sun A young outlaw, sworn to the almighty gun Get robbed for your funds, it's jobs to be a thug Little knucklehead nigga, it's trouble ahead, nigga Some say just one dead nigga, a waste of skin Sands of law, took it personal, the hatred of men Had a nack for escape, show flashes of brilliance Resilient, to capture a master at disappearing One day his luck was up, running with the pistol They never saw him throw it, and bullets was on the menu His family sued and received an abundance of cash But you know, black folk, they ran through it fast Leave you with peace of mind, the streets designed To make a self destruct button, we must leave the blind Through the labyrinth, throw 'em to the lion's den In the end, pride is the ultimate prize to wind [Kevlaar 7] The illness is peace of mind, he ain't slept in years Rip Van tears, in Glock buildings Healing held up, a chemist king perfect in threats The serpent in buildings, he silently calling for help The cousin of Grim, death, prison walls captured him An early abundance of greed, of green land Cash in hand, in houses at seventeen Like cream wool Jesus, he wore brilliant Muhammad pieces And leases gooses and clout, rerouted innocent brilliance I could of filled him with knowledge, from night to dawn Knowledge to born, now it's federal prison horns Claps of thunder torn, a Gun Rule b-boy in a song... [Chorus 2X] [Bronze Nazareth] Yo, we show flashes of brilliance, with evil in his eyes Used to carry mom's groceries, when she be in the house We used to fight over Tiana fat ass, throw my chain in sixth grade So I took this nigga Kool Moe Dee tape Now I hear he run with nominated soldiers, and my man June Got beef with anybody, leave that glass off that coster Meanwhile over turkey sausage, niggas is flossin' In the middle of a weed draught, I'm coughing So Sixth Month, dialled his man, who he cop from often Guess who walked in, Tiana with a Grace Jones fade, yo And her man said, "You that nigga that stole my Kool Moe!" June stood up, my numero uno Bullets travelled through the heart, now we arrive at the funeral Swallowed by these buildings, drowning in beers His grandma said he already been dead for years All I saw was the face of his moms, was fearce How after the laughter, then comes the tears And I don't go to funerals, they keep me away But in his casket, I left a new Kool Moe Dee But wait, they threw June cell keys off in the abyss I tried to give you peace of mind, when I don't tell you about the illness...