on the wall, lookin' fly (I) I (Want) want (You) you (To) to (Come) come (Be) be with me you?re the only one I wanna, talk to but I don't wanna rush,
wall, lookin' fly (I) I (Want) want (You) you (To) to (Come) come (Be) be with me you?re the only one I wanna, talk to but I don't wanna rush, I am here
so demandin', but save the dancin', for back at the mansion and Ain't, this money handsome? Ain't, that a panty anthem? I kill me, just like you, from
the sky, Golden Arms Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem
Bad Boy) Talk to 'em See you out the corner of my eye Leanin? on the wall, lookin' fly I want you to come be with me You?re the only one I wanna talk to But I don't wanna rush
rain from the tech and wop The Lex pouring and the precincts don't have enough cups for us To slow us up, they hit us with dust Then they rush, bust,
rain from the tech and the wop The next coroner priests don't have enough cups for us To slow us up, they hit us with dusk Then they rush-bust, my man
beautiful, the execution flawless You all wet, soggy, groggy when you saw me But I never tire, whenever I adjust my thrust Females blush, I bring the California gold rush
you've won a millionaire invitation Sorry I'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and And this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem I kill
In a dry and weary land Lord, You are the rain In a sea of shattered ones Your love comes rushing in You hold the world within Your hands And see each
beautiful the execution flawless You all wet, soggy groggy when you saw me But I never tire whenever I adjust my thrust Females blush I bring the california gold rush
as before Blacks an' stacks an' they don' wanna live on no flo' From their Project Heats, sick ridiculous flow From my one stop, you know the ammo Bigger than the streets' anthems
welcome to my revelation, reanimation my anthem of regret- two steps from my evisceration my destination- where the rain meets the dust and my only separation
enough fireworks from the bullies to blow up a small barn which he kept in the box in the yard And the bark is far from a klepto-anthem But a klepto-
the others could have left them behind But I was too lazy, I could not see ahead All I thought of was music that was filling my head I could have been a painter painting life in a rush
at our show in a tacky dress Sparking us, talking 'bout your prowess but we're not impressed Checkmate, populous crush, monstrous plush Rhymes that just thrust onto your buck buck Just rush
Stop, there comes a time when you can't run [mos def] What, lyrically handsome, call collect a king's ransom Jams I write soon become the ghetto anthem