in the net Take the bit in the teeth... put the gun in the hand There ain't no judge this is no man's land It's Sick City Sick City Sick City's got seven
I woke up in a cold sweat Wriggling and writhing... a man in the net Take the bit in the teeth... put the gun in the hand There ain't no judge this is
here on 'n My new name from now on, don't even call me Royce Da 5'9" no mo' Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting
feed off a dead pig, I'm thinking back To when I had a heart beat, and how I would act I would steal from the poor, I'd laugh at the sick But in the
do whateva you gonna. it's My rebel persona, that got me dressin' red as I wanna, ahead of you, stronger. The problem is you dead as a coma. You sick
face Give me the mic and I'ma mangle it, tangle it Definitely the people see that I got the hang of it Pig you gotta try to make a mockery of a city
m blessed like the seed who sucked the milk from Mahalia You wishin' Shaolin Island could be swallowed up by the sea Gobbled up, like the lost city of
down on Louise And I'm a reek havoc Little man with a big pen I got dirty habits like a nun in a pig pen Like drinking, smoking, cursing, sucking Titties representing the city
you hoes stay up. (stay up) I?m at the top bitch, look way up. (way up) Nigga?s trippin bitches wishin they?ll come down here (fuck me). Sick and tired of that city
I used to get sick with solitude I was always better in the multitude But now I like it up here all alone in my ivory tower Hi ho at the end of my rope
I used to get sick with solitude I was always better in the multitude But now I like it up here all alone in my ivory tower Hi-ho at the end of my
Christopher Wallace And bring drama to the rest of 'em, with biscuits from coppers I'm with the Lord-Justice, and we raw gritty Picture hell, Philadelphia to New York City
HOPE O' SOME CASH! Bright light & music gets faster, in the disco we can't afford to have a dance We could never pay two quid, not a chance Pig sick
it some more Crazy times and wild headlines Document the city routine with hard rhymes Blinded street teams clash And push our message across the news flash Baldheads are sick
blaze with a face melter, go fish, pigeon itchin for a pit to put the pig in, scalped bottom feeder, nose bleeder, cheap seats, to the meat eater sweeps
book that shook America to splinters In a winter wasteland Icicle-bound barren township Call Baron Munchausen's proud gimps to clinch this chemical war pig
the ceiling, the pig on the carpet, the dusty pale jissom, that has no effect for the sick with the see-saw, the inverse, obverse converse, reverse
the devious hearts -- I'm america! You bitchy little dogs don't even phase my basic policy The bomb's smarter, my ronald reagan's crush carter With bay of pig
