wisely You might see me wit' a stack in the trap I use my thoughts and pen similar to a saran wrap A lil' lame nigga I'll neva be, yeah, I'ma keep it
sonny lke scholars and you write 'em on your collars You'll bomb and you'll try before a million dollars I get like a leopard, attack, ransack, disturb, cold crush Use a
then gets some mo You don't believe me you a dummy You ain't know I get a load for every show You don't believe me you a dummy [Verse 1] Used to
like a micro I hit the club it's like a light show Bet this liqour turns the wood into a light gold Got a bitch that's for insurance like she Geico Try
] Apocalypse at my finter tips Sense ya tight grip exit a clip Fill with engraved initials of lyrical nondescripts On my hitlist, terrorist tartest, I never miss Strike a
said i'd exit But i couldn't do it the minute It flowed from my lips Futures can't exist In a past time paradise Rollin' dice, holdin' Christ on a platinum
from state, For makin' it, mate, just a Q and A. Still ghetto wit de mind of a needle A cricket in the cheater, Draw a nine millimeter up. Makin it, '
Princess, I will make you a robe in a shade closer to that of your eyes. There's a dyeing process I use that makes fabrics glow. It's a secret that
parenthesis to provide a "translation": GERTRUDE (Baffled) Huh?? CAT (as Doctor Dake) In other words, your little tail is just right for your kind of bird! GERTRUDE (having a
take life for real Forced into a world where we live to get killed Or die from the causes of life's courses Watch your step dun move cautious It's a
the part, Where the stunt double plays. You ask somebody else to take the fall and blame. Building bridges, Playing with matches, Burning yourself down. Find the exit
like pass the parcel or Build a castle, jus a couple of rascals who Go harder, live faster Fight til the end like Jason?s Argonauts Cos lifes a carnival
get liquor bent Or wishin for me to sticker in a position to dip I get her hint. A hundred points she gets cause we connected Five hundred points for
Might only wear a t-shirt still have to rack in your waistline This great rhyme you heard from the great vine If they're askin you for names don't you
Trotter, a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a. [AJ/Joseph Simmons] A.J.
posing for a photo-op with the oval office klan and Uncle Sam is riggin' cockfights in the promised land and that knife you stuck in my back is still there it pinches a
be a worldwide web of heads takin' this shit back again (6-1-2) Now find the emergency exits 'Cause I'ma snap a spine to make an example of the skeptics
to use her vocab, they sounded sloppy She had a style, all her own, respectful and pure I was sick in the head for her, and there wasn't a cure [Hook
