without a pen No I.D. on the track, let the story begin, begin, begin Hold up, this ain't a number one record This is practically assault with a deadly
tune. Recognize here comes your doom. There's no room for the wack. They be givin' a black eye to the game. But there's more than a thousand ways to get
my list And make you clap to this[?] Mayhem, I just don't need that trip And only one can win And soon you're saying different D V N O Four capital
) T represents the time when my hope fades O is just a sign on my mind on my broke days D is for the dangerous way that the flow stray A represents the
is a fai??ade Show me a God Ahh And if it is, why ain't He doin' His job Show me a God Ahh Even if it's a thing, a man, or a broad Show me a God, please
no more I won't have to get fed no more (he's D.O.A) Give em enema then im a send an ending 10 of em is a minimum I eat 10 of em Tik tok on the clock
m blowin' on Phillies And yeah I'm high as fuck And the Roc's the realest click nigga I'm a buy as fuck Say, I'm bug 'cause I walk with a hung John Nine
t she see me, she's not looking well, Some girls just like to push thier luck.. until they wind up.. DOA, DOA, DOA I paid a visit to a Dr.J, He thought
A.D.O Estoy esperando mi camion en la terminal del A.D.O. Estoy esperando mi camion en la terminal del A.D.O. Quiero que me lleve muy lejos y a
you AKA I-D-I-O-T, don't know Who the hell I'm supposed to be I-D-I-O-T, AKA I-D-I-O-T Yeah that's me, I-D-I-O-T I put up with being laughed at 'Cause
Spoken word. Have ya heard? What's it all mean? What does it really mean? What is it? What exactly is it, is it poetry? Is it prose? What is it,
I just killed this shit Moment of silence, uh [Verse 3] Uh, I'm in the zone like a fastball, And I fuck the game like a bad call, Let the money stack
on a summer day They sent the sheriff down to try and drive us away We were sittin' ducks for the police man They found a dirty faced kid in a garbage
it (yea) kick it Strong blowing kisses to the wind The D.O.C. in fact to attack the wicky wack And take the rightful place at a rightful time The D.O
If you think my castle Is built on sand Well bring on the tides You can fuck off and die If you think my patience Is ocean vast Or river deep You can
sexy Stuck in a junction of transparent corridors Lost in a jungle between indexes Multifarious structures and intricated patterns A paradian of systematic
fix of cyclic icons In the land of nod The orb of angels And the horns after gods Adored through a needle Opulent kinetic sculptures Visualized
