a pump in my trunk Your dyin, how many lumps niggaz want? Who's ready for y'all? We ready for y'all We too incredibly raw, for any artist that said he
perverted 'Being laughed at and confused keeps us pleasantly amused enough to stay.' Maybe I'm just Cassandra fleeting Twentieth century Icon bleeding Willing to risk Salvation to escape
and introverted Infectiously perverted 'Being laughed at and confused keeps us pleasantly amused enough to stay.' Maybe I'm just Cassandra fleeting Twentieth century Icon bleeding Willing to risk Salvation to escape
city of churchs home of the serial killers and in the summer it feels like a hundred degrees where im from you might see SUFFA MC walking the traps uh tryna escape
just to feel important, it was +Do or Die+ They was tired of bein "Po' Pimps," now for sure That was just a product of my common sense I guess, I was just
Escape artist and you just undermine There's no hole in my head Accusation: I just ain't the family type Falling short and you've got better plans Escape artist and you just
What I promise, heart is all you need to rock Be honest, succeed, just look at me! If I can do it, you can do it, we can do it, just believe, believe
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local My album is sellin', because of my vocals You know what you need to learn? Old school artists don't always burn You're just
The more it makes me wanna come back to you You say you hate me? I just love you more You don't want me, I just want you more I buy you flowers, you
out of the pot And I said to the chief, "Yo, I get witcha, hops!" The guy that rescued us said, "I hate to tell you The captain of your ship, he had just escaped
't drink and drive I'm not a beginner, amateur or local My album is sellin' because of my vocals You know what you need to learn? Old school artists don't always burn You're just
of churches home of the serial killer, And in the summer it feels like a hundred degrees, Where I'm from you might see Suffa MC, Walking the traps trying to escape
countin' stacks If a psycho [unverified], gonna break lose Nigga test and come rippin' through the tracks They packin' a gat and you're not just in
In 1980, as part of a project called Word of Mouth, I was invited, along with a living other artists, to go to Panape, a tiny island in the middle of
, you conquered my heart. It's your laugh and your smile; Wanna stay for a little while. I don't wanna go, I just want you in my arms. This is critical
my break clean Shake me, I've painted myself In the corner of an escape artist's dream And you know I believe it 'cause I just can't leave it I don'
for a consolation prize I want to be wrong I wish that I was uncertain just like yesterday This is not who I am, been planning my escape So long now
cocaine just to feel important, it was +Do or Die+ They was tired of bein "Po' Pimps," now for sure That was just a product of my common sense I guess, I was just