all mirror me back Yeah, hearin' me rap is like hearin' G. Rap in his prime I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break
Falklanders, Those very same people who over a year ago She was prepared to abandon without a thought. And now, for all her empty talk, They are forced
I couldn't even see and like, he started to look like a monster n shit Then I just started laughin and threw up all over the fuckin floor It's crazy [Chorus 2 - over
Upstate we puff grate and stay with the sticky like duct tape Always pushing my self and steady knowing the ledge Black man over 21 supposed to be dead
land wit redman, wildin and cursin My thought process is mysterious like the lochness My furious mindset is complex Killin shit like a carniverous millitant prehistoric monster Comin to stomp all over
all That Jazz [Announcer] Make that two) [Velma Kelly] And all that jazz And all that jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And all that Jazz
about to happen in the next few hours I've entered a world with billions of flowers Pixies all dancing all around my head Chillin' to the melodies of the Grateful Dead
out? Now this the tricks and treats shit, ya know? Now all y'all motherphukkers that listen to it, and I'm sick and tired of this shit, because... all
: I can't afford to study with anyone yet, since the bulk of my allowance goes for glue and grateful dead tickets, but soon I hope to be on my knees in
all these great sounding Halls Tell me somethin': do you really have a hitsingle in the Charts now? Right now, I mean, with a bullet? That's really
ll mirror me back Ya'll hearing me rap is like hearing G.Rap in his prime I'm Young H.O.,Raps grateful dead Back to take over the globe,Now break bread
with Redman, wildin' and cursin' My thought process is mysterious like the lochness My furious mindset is complex Killin' shit like a carnivorous militant prehistoric monster Comin' to stomp all over
'all mirror me back Yeah, hearin' 'me rap is like hearin' G Rap in his prime I'm, young HO, rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break
Fire Chief Will Conklin, the one who instigated this crime, be turned over to me for my justice. Nothing less, nothing more. ALL Somewhere in the city
car, we've twenty-four hours to spend in a goddamn theme park. We are so grateful for our new state-funded stately pleasure dome. Shock and awe and an over
of it like Manson when you're fuckin' dead I'll be cheerin' like Ted Danson prancin' all over your grave I'm snickerin' go to the house o' the dead and
little hot oil and just do a little rub-a-dub-dub-dub Put a little bit o' that Grateful Dead on and we'll jam, baby We'll jam all night long, just you
kissing my mate through iron grates while the guards wait, 50 cent rate for making license plates. My papermate pen shakes vibrates from 808 quakes over