Intro: Do you remember, do you remember (rpt) Remember it was under the sycamore tree A bwoy waan mi bow An mi tell him fi flee Remember it was under
Who controls the British crown? Who keeps the metric system down? We do! We do! Who keeps Atlantis off the maps? Who keeps the Martians under wraps? We
hole siting on his chest crushing rocks of dirt the earth is soft in our yard yard stones in my shoes and feet dragging them through museums where under
fit central heating, I have done it now for years I have got all the know how I have got all the gear I used to earn my money working on a building site
Has set these standards for a ill prepared patriotic test, But I'm 17 and the 18 is now under press, It's even worse, When your black and under this
the window into a flickering monitor screen. I'd seen the kids torch the vehicle before I left on a nightly surfing run to a cybersex site in Chile.
at night I find it hard to sleep Stay struggling with the part of me that wants to run the streets My Mac is in my backpack, I?m surfing on the sites
Come Lie down beneath my shadow Lie down beneath my shadow with great delight And your feel will be sweet to me Come My left hand under your head While
look at those buggers who are looting the crash site taking the ring off your sweet little finger that i gave to you, when we got married you're under
can't hush Open your mouth and you'll get ten in your head That's how I play it nigga, I'll blackmail you wit your own life It ain't right, disrespect you die on site
rivers won't act right The full moon was a flashlight, in my past life When traveling the winding path at night Unraveling the blinding blasting site
] I must be, entirely, too fuckin fresh Jus the killer funcrusher, pass off to the left [el-p] And i, cut most meticulous Descriptive clip from the hit you done shit on site as ridiculous And under
Mobbin', straight billin' through the Eastside Never had a site to rhyme but I'm still mobbin' Dope dealers, to the fullest I keep my glock, stuffed
street fight under broken street lights You could never live up to the street hype Everybody thinks they know the streets right Loose Canon So broken dreams is a common Street site
war? Trife assassins Bringing you the art of war [Kuniva] Straight wylin' Burying bodies right on top of each other So when somebody ask I just say you under
Shame rests in the hollow circles under all of our eyes. You stole the living air from me and payback is a bitter banshee. At the site of my grave performed
what I am missing, I ain't trippin' on the girls in the VIP Fronting for each other They are acting like they are something that they not, they undercover Trying to get under
give me the microphone and watch whole heap a sound fi dead 'Cause under right condition, we deal with competition, Ya hear me, just shoot dem on site