Kill the Difference

By Fyre

On III

Released on February 4, 1999

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[Young G]

(1999…)

And hate can confiscate, hate retaliate

Hate can recreate, and hate can desecrate

Temples integrated, architecture faded, physical elated, tax exonerated, blades of shades of shadows by gravestones

Blown all alone, mistakes keep me glowing

Laid off, growing, plates up knowing

Diamond core showing letters of my mixture

Looking towards a light I can't fixture


[Mxlplx]

Lately paid bills kills my joy like coy

Feelings seal me up in dungeons of pain

The rain is falling, it's calling my name

While stains cover my teeth like butter

I reach my lover's right peak

But run back down cuz what trap sound

It makes it cool, can't take the rules

Man breaks the fool's heart width

Fueled by darkness, you will cry part with your ego artist

But we both know which love holds your pitch

Low enough to drift

Cold as rough blue rifts flow through unknown licks

I'll show you a poet so out of focus

Doubt don't get noticed outside the circle

Inside the hopeless down by that purple seaside of dullness


[Swank]

(Finish your 40 nigga! Finish your 40 nigga! Finish your 40 nigga!)

Just another doja date

Blinds open for friction, bring in the light

Alarming all addictions attached to whatever

Inhale for our vision; a land found in Hell and

No grounds for restriction, get around sailing the ways of existence

Love shouldn't have to depend on position

Alive outside the useless persistence

For a little paper, watch him kill the difference

Feel like a programmed PC conviction

No doubt I need much more than prescription

I'm clammy, sounds just like a superstition

Ain't shit on my walls but the weight of my mission

Until I'm left, spent my whole life bitching

Don't need to see ya, I trust the contradiction

Alive is my dream

You better listen if I can't take the heat

Imma burn the fucking kitchen!

Always round the corner from some secluded prison


[Young G]

Hit and run, flip it hun, dip in the one

Slip just for fun, trip in the Sun

Ship with no captain live without actions

Hips scream out passion, drips of LSD

On a sponge reacting cleaning house

Laboratory mouse riding high to the joust

Hit I-5, going South

It's a new day but an old dank route

You know what I'm about, scoring weed, making beats, writing lyrics for this mouth


[Mxlplx]

What equals happiness?

Love and peace, or craftiness?

This life has captured us

Daylight til after dusk

My sight is what I trust

Why fight what you can't touch?

Blinded by, a fool's lust

Riding until you bust

Hiding from the truce of us

Dying just for the rush

Rising in your flying bus

So high, you start to blush inside the heart of luxe

Trying hard not to crush what I feel is a must

Add a minus, subtract a plus

And you'll find us fast enough


[Young G]

Explored and conquered through scopes when I'm high, got hopes

Rope aside the boat so fly and float in trout

A vow, done purely for guile

That provides smiles able to be reconciled with my wild outer child

In a circle tile, beginner inner stride

So I crack up, act up

Get back up and facts and trust turns to dust

Creating blood and pus, love and lust