facts, yes? Six percent in college, from livin' on the block Twenty five percent in prison, the school of hard knocks Fifty percent in poverty is livin' on the rocks Five
ya? Am I black enough for ya? Am I black enough for ya? Am I black enough for ya? [Incomprehensible] We're gonna move on up, five by five Say no to
to scare me Don't even kid me, shit in my coke aimin at cha kidney Pressure, Red Hot like Chili Pepper Black 'n Decker, hardware avoid the leper Five
...I expect for the arrival of my beloved Fullmoon She... who inspires me for my bloody battle Against all my enemies I trace the five pointed star,
hour was night... when the star called my attention I hadn't seen it before... since it was covered by a large rug Finally, I saw it was a star of five
the foot on the brake, in order to get that extra fast start He pulls the automatic transmission down into low And pushes down on the accelerator five inches The car is internally
that floor now lady I'm calling you You, and you We'll call you From the west to the east coast We'll call you The whole world international We'll call
I'm callin' you, I'm callin' you You and you We're callin' you From the West to the East coast We're callin' you The whole world, international We're
I'll live out in the country happily ever after I got everything I need 'cause I got friends with tractors Yee haw I've been to fancy five star restaurants
stressed out Amazin glazin purple haze patients Blazin asians in mercedes benz stations Yo moving through the tavern, guns that burn, sons that learn Stabbin an intern
nice now Smile and raise they eyebrows when you come around I remember when I first started to work And tried to get this job as a label intern Them
in the corner of my eye This beautiful girl, is standing by the bar looking fly She was like a beauty queen out of a magazine looked about nineteen Five
New York to London We're International, baby Thara, Jay Sean Thara, reserved, Jay Sean, reserved We got a banger, let's club M U R D E R, you are Girl
acquired knowledge And after twelve grade he went straight to college Well, Tom?s a pop culture primate with the IQ of a fetus Social IQ twenty-five
the mona lisa does to the frame Rid 'em and written, my rhymes are like rodeo I ain't kiddin', they jock my portfolio Played it wise, hit the studio Rock international
down, you can't reach us on the phone Oh no, oh no, bang the drum, beat the gong Midnight madness and beyond (Japan) I'm only five foot eight but I'm
Ryming off apache, the rza scratch thee Records borrowed from home alone kid known as latchkey Break beat fanatic, crates deep in attics Forty-fives marked