To Thine Own Self Be True - La Coka Nostra, Ill Bill, Slaine

To thine own self be true is the credo

I’ve been saying who I am on the 8−0

Eight in the snare since my fate was fatal

It appeared that I moved like a great tornado

With my temper getting hotter than a baked potato

Or the temp up in the ride with these plates of yayo

I was meant to hit the bottom and escape

Real superhero no mask no cape

Back to the basics, flicked off the roaches, locust

Back from the dead like hocus pocus

Maybe that can go and give hope to the hopeless

Still spitting certified dope from the pullpit

So if I can testify with a wise sermon

And paint a picture of a soul as it dies yearning

To cheat death with the fire in his eyes burning

You hang around long enough to see the skies turning

And I can feel this lightning and rain

Whirlwind of chaos pull my life in its train

My eyeballs stained from the cycle of pain

My brain running back what it’s like to be Slaine

Bullet holes in the souls of these hosted foes

Now i walk through these blocks like a ghost in robes

It’s like I’m gone from my body but I’m still here

And I’ve lost any instinct to feel fear

Slaine:

To thine own self be true you gotta know

How to find what’s close to you, don’t let it go

Rite Hook:

X2 Be true to yourself and you’ll never fall

Slaine:

To thine own self be true you gotta feel in your gut

Which is your first instinct and it’s real

Rite Hook:

X2 Be true to yourself and you’ll never fall

X2 To thine own self be true to yourself, to yourself

Emerge in the mist, I’m urging the swift

If you can learn quick, I’ll teach you about the birds and the bricks

Where I’m from the young boys become men at age ten

Bust most are dumb and either wind up dead or in the state pen

Glocks are easy to get, rocks are easy to flip

Cops are greasy as shit and shot as easy as this

Where I’m from dope addicts will grill your doberman

And dope habits start up your nose to float through your syringe

Cold wave colossus had surgery to smuggle cocaine in his armpit

Alter weight like the arctic, all city like graffiti on the wall gritty

My girl 80 pounds wet pussy your titty, listen open your ears y’all focus on it

Count money by the pound we can fill the whole apartment

Blood ceremonies and ritual nods, ?this the wise just that dies a synchronized

surprise?

?State of greats?

with shooter in the loft, spray AK’s and uzi’s at your squad

High five catch your guzi at the bar, drive-by spray a uzi at your car

To thine self be true is this a rock bottom, truthfully I want my cock sucked

by a hot model

Another blowjob and a pizza, then jump in the studio so I can body your feature

Be true to yourself