(feat. Charles Manson)



[Charlie]

Reflection of children [echo]...coming up in the grave [echo]



[Charlie]

Reflection of children [echo]...coming up in the grave [echo]



[Necro]

My childhood was hood. Shit was real

My father was evil. He was killed already When he came here from isreal

Leaving us scared with a stare untill it transformed

into me. Puttin fear into my peers that's when the man formed

In the projects, we used to beef with each other

'cause our fuckin parents were too ignorant to each us better

I had thoughts on my mind of killing someone at nine;

I actually went to do it lucky for homeboy he backed down at the time

I could've been dolo and still not flip and get live

alot of cats were truely bitch they needed a clique to survive

Me and bill had a rep for fuckin deceps up when they step

they crepped deep like roaches and will catch you if you slipped

peepin around the project buildingsto see who's on the bench

might be an enemy you'll have to blood drench on defence

only thing we thought we were promised was dishonest careers

beat down and robbed so many people I had bad karma for years



[Charlie]

Reflection of children [echo]...coming up in the grave [echo]



[Necro]

tell 'em charlie!



[Charlie]

Reflection of children [echo]...coming up in the grave [echo]



[Necro]

some '83 shit



[Necro]

Controlled by my own rage, my attitude was like whatever

I never got fucked up by a kid my own age, EVER!

I was bolder screamin' on cats 4 years older

I take a lost and bill will regulate them like a soldier

forcing friends to stay out late after 8 walking around the PJs

at night as a kid because  mom dukes had a date

Playing tackle football on icesome concrete. we did what we could

older thugs would steal our football like boys in the Hood

When I started thuggin', kids that were rugid became feeble

You could see how they suddenly bitched up when they saw evil

-Growing up on Farragut even when innocent

we wen't havin it somethin'me and my brother had enough some arrogance

me and my peeps keeped it gully we had enough

one year we made a resolutuion to take shit from no one no matter what

the circumstances no matter who they were they get murdered

alot of people got fucked up over that shit and they all deserved it



[Charlie]

Reflection of children [echo]... coming up in the grave [echo]



[Necro]

some chef boardi shit raviolies



[Charlie]

Reflection of children [echo]... coming up in the grave [echo]



[Necro]

uh!...sick and delicious drama everyday

WHAT!!!?



[Necro]

Back in the days, moved into the projects at six

got lost the first day I felt like a rat in a maze

even in public school I hated kids that were squealin'

the hustle skills I posses now come from the foundation of drug dealing

used to sit for hours waiting shit on the triple beam

I had cards made up for fiends to beat me plus little schemes

in 5th grade punchin' teachers in the face a derelict

on the bleachers I never clicked with a peaceful face

rockin blue sway pumas copped from church ave

unica phaser designs dipped with fly birds kid

boosted everything I put in shops from polo

to tower record cassettes even when I got caught I wouldn't stop

havin' cops pull loaded guns to my chest threating to kill me for no reason

cause the way we dressed was fresh

-Used to love to get a reaction

when I whipped out a gun or a 24 inch machette ready for action



[Charlie]

Reflection of children [echo]... coming up in the grave [echo]



[Necro]

kangoroos with patches... lee patches



[Charlie]

Reflection of children [echo]...coming up in the grave [echo]



[Necro talks throughout the ending]