Soliloquy(Outro) - Washington Ave. & Epifani

I left my daddy round '97, he was lazy Couldn't hit the grind but making babies, I'm crazy Smoking bouquet cop it from my niggas pushing daisies Like a romance, push a nigga buttons like a program I been on the Jäger for a day-ger watch me slow dance Tough as Conan this the art of barbarian I got four white girls all Aryan I wonder what their daddy think fuck 'em, it's a revolution Fuck it, fuck 'em, take a break, let 'em fuck each other I ain't your everyday normal brother, porno lover She savin' children by the low and guzzle, what is muscle? And I'm finessing like I'm Timmy Duncan, win you something Immaculate, this scatter rapping, no passing my blunt Don't you put me on freshman covers, I'm posing with lunch Think they worthy of presence presently passing 'em up No competing with bleachers jogging I'm running a muck Sweet Jesus, I fuck around and need a street sweeper Leave the bodies on the cul-de-sac, follow me the cult is back Sippin' on that cognac and that Jim Jones Watching movies like damn that Vince Vaughn is a funny cat Fred Claus and the Kelly up in your closet Belly full of smog again, ciggys just make me nauseous Wonder how the fuck you let a nigga make you cautious But you jamming out to fucking Marilyn and Ozzy shit Ponzi scheme selling everybody dreams Killer like your neighbour, I'm as nice everybody seems We just breaking bad and my brother serving Walter White Hope he ain't caught with that possession like a poltergeist Momma, where the Priests at? Why we gotta lease that? Why we can't own that? All these fed loaners Ain't no forewarning came bombing and I'm just Vietnam If you gon' be trippin' like a bitch, you should be a mom, see the son

What have I done sweet Jesus what have I done Become a thief in the night become a dog on the run Have I fallen so far and is the hour so late that nothing remains but the cry of my hate The cries in the dark that nobody hears; here where I stand, at the turning of the years If there's another way to go, I missed it 20 long years ago My life was a war that could never be won, they gave me a number, murdered Val Jean when they chained me and left me for dead just for stealing a mouthful of bread Yet why did I allow that man, to touch my soul and teach me love He treated me like any other, he gave me his trust, he called me brother My life he claims for God above, can such things be For I had come to hate the world, this world that always hated me Take an eye for an eye Turn your heart into stone This is all I have lived for This is all I have known One word from him and I'd be back, beneath the lash upon the rack Instead he offers me my freedom, I feel my shame inside me like a knife He told me that I had a soul How does he know What spirit comes to move my life Is there another way to go I am reaching, but I fall And the night is closing in, as I stare into the void: to the whirlpool of my sin I'll escape now from the world, from the world of Jean Val Jean Jean Val Jean is nothing now, another story must begin

Five carloads deep, time to go do a show Got a massive crew and we're ready to roll So I grab my gear hop in the whip and ride Premier he's got the fly dope system inside But my shit cranks too and we've got mad tapes Of all the underground groups with the lyrics and bass Off into the new york night we go Dre Large got the camera, Biggest Gord's got three rolls of film So we can take the macked out photos Tommy Hill, The Damaja and my man Guzmo Corey and Smurf and Lil Dap's got a forty My man Gary and Shiz and the Nutcracker shorty Mike Rhone, chillin' like Capone Robinhood, known as Mel with the clientele Mo, JT, Mega, can't forget Black Big Rob and Sincere, yes the posse's fat Outloud pulls up plus there's Sid and OC Big Mel from Strong I and H.L. the one and only O Delicious, Eli, Bazz and Eon And the aroma of the blunts has me thinking beyond And to the rest of the crew you know the bond is strong And you know who's who, so let me not prolong For this was a night to remember I had on the beige Tims with the two tone leather So we get to the jam, the gig, the venue Then we circled around and then drove into The front the place was packed the line was long I was bobbing my head 'cause the music was on I turned it down then I peeped to my right I saw this kid and his girl having a fight Another kid walked up and mushed the kid in his face And then the kid pulled out and bust and laid him to waist A riot broke out girls screaming and scheming crews Started buck wilding trying to snatch kids jewels After that Five-O came and turned the party out And then an ambulance came to take the body out And we didn't even get all the equipment out And we didn't even get to turn the place out This can happen often and it's really fucked up So I'll ask you to your face, homeboy what's up? Did you come to see my show or the stupid nigger playoffs? Killing you and killing me, it's the soliloquy of chaos Chaos And if you live in the cities where streets reek warfare People getting nowhere bot you go for yours there You'll find it doesn't pay to front or play the role You could get stole or maybe beat with a pole Then you'll wanna retaliate, regroup and come back So you set the brothers up for a sneak attack Whether you die or kill them, it's another brother dead But I know you'll never get that through your head 'Cause we're mislead and misfed facts, we're way off Killing you and killing me, it's the soliloquy of chaos Chaos Chaos Chaos