my truce, Your my questions your my proof, Your stress and your my masseuse, Mama say mama say momma Dondas' son, Lost in this plastic life, Lets break out of this fake
Lock load ready to aim at any target I can get your brains for a bargain Like I baught it From target Hiphop is my supermarket Shoppin cart full of fake
We come rushing through your stereo system, into your ear canal, like this alignment of the solar system. Have you forgotten about the days when we just
, Tang, Wu, Tang) [2X] "Oh baby, for heavens sake" [Verse One: Inspectah Deck/Rebel INS] Yo, aiyyo my rap style swing like Willie Mays My eyes Purple Haze, my solar
You be trippin' Why is you trippin, why is you trippin'? [Zion] Now in this rap consortium There's a whole colosium Of fake rap cats Who tax human beings
my truce, your my questions your my proof, your stress and your my masseuse, mama say mama say momma Dondas' son, lost in this plastic life, lets break out of this fake
makin' it Even though my boyfriend, them be hatin' it I'm a top hat, them cats is mouses I sport ice, cost mo' than niggaz houses I'm nothing close to bein' fake
The Gear, The God, was rockin? type, way out of sight Limpin' past the market scene, my man, aight Steelo type fat, solar type facts Later for milk and
After Death' bandanna Here take it, in case I don't make it 'Cause if my life don't end, I'm damn sure gon' fake it The way I see it, mmm, sexual In
' cotton Stress beamin' down like the sun I felt rotten To the core, was at war 'cause the enemy is plottin' I hear him knockin', sayin' that we got him Hot like solar
[Kool Keith] This is a message - yeah To all you jheri curl, cats - SOLAR - yknahmsayin? You Chic kids, seventy-four niggaz, SEVENTY-FOUR niggaz Fuck
We come rushing through your stereo system Into your ear canal, like the alignment of the solar system Have you forgotten about the days when We just
Thomas Lock, load, ready to aim at any target I can get your brains for a bargain Like I bought it from Target, hip-hop is my supermarket Shoppin' cart full of fake
t-n-t Or stay down, like a nomad wearing a crown I ricochet my vocabulary to slay The fake, make no mistake we know who you are Fake rock stars hiding
ready to aim at any target I could get your brains for a bargain Like I bought it from Target Hip-hop is my supermarket Shopping cart full of fake hip
we me a motherfucka up Aftermath when I blast Leave a motherfucka bucked Layin' down in the grass Niggas acting like they hard Pullin' cards But they fake
weaponary You secondary bitch-ass fairies Scary cats won't survive this verbal attack You think you're slang can match The wu-tang, emphatically now cypher You fake