The title track is somewhat of an exception, though. Songs like "Letter 2 My Unborn," "When Thugz Cry," and the title track are just as heartfelt as "Keep Ya Head Up," "Dear Mama," and "I Ain't Mad at Cha" had been, but unfortunately they're marred by radio-oriented production that's too glossy for such stark, literate lyrics. All of this over-production obscures 2Pac's performances, which somehow remain remarkable no matter how deep into the vault Afeni Shakur and Suge Knight have dug. As with many of 2Pac's posthumous recordings, the songs here seem overdone, too often dressed up with layers upon layers of production, choruses of background vocals, and a seemingly endless parade of guests. Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).The fourth album released in the wake of 2Pac's 1996 death, Until the End of Time certainly offers plenty of music, two discs' worth to be precise, yet doesn't offer too many highlights besides the chilling title track.
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Get the embed code Tupac - Until The End Of Time Album Lyrics1.All Out2.Ballad Of A Dead Soulja3.Big Syke Interlude4.Breathin'5.Everything They Owe6.Fuck Friendz7.Fucking With The Wrong Nigga8.Good Life9.Happy Em Have It12.Letter 2 My Unborn13.Lil' Homies14.M.O.B.15.My Closest Roaddogz16.Nigga Nature (Remix)17.Thug N U Thug N Me (Remix)18.Until The End Of Time19.World Wide Mob FiggazTupac Lyrics provided by Memories of me and my songs will always stay So I can fly away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away I need your hands to come and heal me once again, once again In times of danger don't freeze, time to be a Gįollow my lead I'll supply everything you needĪn ounce of game and the trainin' to make a GĪnother album out, that's what I'm about, moreīuried as a G while the whole world remembers me
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They conversate but death row full of demonstratorsĪnd in the end drinkin' Heneessy made all my enemies envy meįalls to they knees, they plead for they right to breath Remain strong in this planet full of player haters Now who's to say if I was right or wrong? His next of kin, no remorse it was meant to happenīesides rappin' the only thing I did good was scrappin' I sex his sister had her mumble like a Mexican Smokin 'ports, think my thoughts, then it's back to coastin'īut I ain't trippin' I'm a player I ain't sweatin' him Watchin' the whole world move in slow mo'įor quiet times disappear, listen to the ocean My attitude got me walkin' solo, ride out alone in my lo-lo This all night, money making got me outta touch, shitĪn unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs So you know I don't hang around the house much My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids Please lord forgive me for my life of sin I need your hands to come and heal me once again I tell her yeah but it's clear I'll always be the same It never stops when my Mama ask me will I change 'Cos in the hood true homies make you feel goodĪnd half the times we be actin' up call the copsīringin' a cease to the peace that was on my block It's a small thang to a true, what could I do?Īnd come to know he'd do the same thang if he could Honestly, someone to believe in, as you can see The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask for currencyīut you could run to me when you need and I'll never leave
How could it be through the misery that came to pass The money and the fame made us all change places
Somewhere inside my childhood witnessed my heart dieĪnd even though we both came from the same places
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