was possible You?re the yellow bird that I?ve been waiting for The end of the paralyses I was a statuette Now I?m drunk as hell on a piano bench And
shizzle', 'fo sheezy' To set the tide to the violence on the TV during the war Killin each other is easy, there's war and liquor for fallen niggaz Believe
are gonna love and all the women gonna hate Reminding them of everything they never gonna be Maybe the beginning of the World War III Oh, the world ain't ready for
If we go to the . . . we could probably be alone Moon: Yeah Ali: Wo? Moon: . . . could drink coffee . . . Ali: Ja! Kaffe war a scho guat, aba des is a Klavier
there could ever be...a more wicked MC 'Cuz AIDs infested child molesters aren't sicker than me I see the world for what it is, beyond the white and
's web. The piano keys are black and white, But they sound like a million colours in your mind. I could tell you to go to war, Or I could march for
I?m on fire Babe, I?m on fire The cop with his breathalyser The paddy with his fertiliser The man in the basement That?s getting a taste for it
drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day Put my glock away I got a stronger weapon that never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war
and GIRY move downstage to take their places for the next scene) A REHEARSAL FOR DON JUAN TRIUMPHANT (REYER supervises the learning of the new piece from the piano
was possible You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for The end of paralysis, I was a statuette Now I'm drunk as hell on a piano bench And when
m packin weight like Nina Simone piano flow It's like a Michelangelo painted a portrait of Maya Angelou And gave it to a sick poet for the antidote If
it seems foolish though From my pockets, only love for jewels and dough Catastrophic, the walls came closing in On all sides, the pressure expose the gem A war
blood, your choice, the slugs You do dirt in the rain, than your name is mud Major love to thugs in the back of the clubs Strapped for what? TO avoid
give toe tag Now ever since 9-1-1 rappers waving white flags But me I keeps it gutter, just like before I'mma warrior so I stay prepared for war Ain'
graduted elementary big brother life in the judges lap; Even my momma pack stuck in this war zone, I been a bad boy puffin before combs; for sure homey