hopscotch or butt-ox she diggy What, interlude Aculpoco you bad don't hurt nobody What, 3 miles out from the coast of Satin City Sonny Cheeba from the BX connects
This is what you call ? Straight blazin' through what? Raise the roof is what we came to do, like hash browns Blazin' through, blazin' through, pass that African
team Yeah bust it, yo, yo, fly G.I. niggaz Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin' out It's for real though, let's connect politic, ditto! We could trade
the streets Leavin' A.V.E's offa zone three On da corner with da g's, that's how it's gon' be My whole family in hood, surrounders gotta eat Gotta dough connect
of Tan- That is when ya learn! (x2) [El Eloh] Fled with the 5, led through a European wooded ravine And seen Stone henge connect and bring upon the
swine (At all) You out ya mind, nah You don't know what's in my mind I'ma surpass crack, move on to Nasdaq But still my connects move anthrax on Amtrak
Crafting destiny Little less Henessy, little less Jewelry Little more paper in the bank, hit the think tank what to plan next Check the specs when the Ile City committee connects
me And won't hesitate to cock it when them people on me So guess what, no exceptions to you neither homie You know I got that African connection Locked
Where there?s life there is water We depend on mama nature There?s a message for tomorrow Everythin? connects to you Some say soon it will be over You
, Prazwell promote the throw We used to bite bullets with the pig skin casing Now, we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (Uh) Scribe check make connects
true your faith is, faith You wanna see my face, connect the stars Passion birth right RAW, hide electric Gibson guitars Spark Cohoba cigars, African
What's the story, what happened when I went to L.A.? Mixin shit up, no not there I got family Nothin happened, mind your business yo step You know we connect
[Intro] 5...4...3...2...1...0 [explosion] [Inspectah Deck] Yea, this is the poisonous, venomous Killa-Bee, queen bee connection Live and direct Shaolin
promote the throw [lauryn hill] We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh) Scribe check make connects
I surprise myself My niggas lookin' like Black Crowes at packed shows The don voice stay pristine like I'm still 17 I'm rick, black, African, rockin
them on my album I rip jackers, Rip the time space fabric Loop the future with the past tense looking for patterns Eradicate Africans that sold Africans
cannot exist So I insist that you refuse to resist That wonderful thing that your heart must cherish Because from my experience the greatest ingredients Is love and obedience connected