twist Lyricist with actin with styles that don't miss When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot (say what?) I grab the steel with the grime on the
it's all about.. What? Time to take Affirmative Action son They just don't understand, youknowImean? Niggaz comin sideways thinkin stuff is sweet man Yknahmean? Niggaz don't
when your mind was your mind It's a desperate state I find when you're holding up the peace Sign your name to the contract to get yourself Some combat but won't
don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me at all
time Well, I don't wanna go that far To sell my soul, I ain't gonna go that far I'm takin' minds and hearts beyond the shinin' star Raw dick, honey I don't
to take Affirmative Action son They just don't understand, you know I mean? Niggaz comin' sideways, thinkin' stuff is sweet man You know what I mean? Niggaz don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype Don't believe the hype, don't believe the hype Don't
won't speak up Toast the most official niggas on post Yellin' out "How ya nigga ghost?" rich he supposed Now I'm just talkin' this one don't make me
] It ain't surprisin, these motherfuckers still hatin They must don't know, I ain't that nigga to be played with Different stages, way back in eighty-eight
would swear were pissin' Davinci-esque, I'm the real deal The only thing I don't know is how 'fraid feel I'm living everything these other niggas lyin' bout Bitches don't
Nice boys don't play rock and roll Nice boys don't play rock and roll Nice boys don't play rock and roll Nice boys don't play rock and roll Nice boys
selves. Of course I feel uncomfortable when I'm laughed at in the streets, But I don't want to be one of them. I want to be an outsider, At the same
the middle of his summer Wouldn't have had to go if it wasn't for his new born brother He was barely eighteen, murdering people even younger And he still
madre hasta que el vato choca. Surtiendoles es La Cosa Nostra, homie. (Slaine) You so fucking crazy I'm freaking, let's vanish I don't even know if
the mess, babe No you want something Why you checking up on me, baby (Why) Got these visions so forbidden I don't know why (Why) Inside the fantasy in my mind I
the murder of man) Politicians have a dispute to decide to send in troops But the truth is they just don't understand (They just don't understand) Now