no alter call So why you setting me up? So I can take the fall like the A-team? And B.A. Baracuss Who likes to cause a ruckuss Just like me and my boys
and your boys tryin' to decide What to write but your pen is a sword And the blade has been forged Your mind is gettin' gorged States have been altered
My love is my rock in the long, low, weary land Yes my love is my rock in the long, low, weary land None of this moves me, I should be weeping but
conversations, tryna duck the years that he facin' Better yet gonna get me facin', 'cause we know he's the back Bone, if ya crush the bone, ya alter
one thirty Im no early birdy i'm working da nine to five (So you gotta...do...sum...ite... for...channel...u Channel who sorry who im altered for snooze
the past So she got into R&B hip-house bass and jazz Now black music is black music and it's all good I wasn't salty, she was with the boys in the hood
said, Afrocentricity was of the past So she got into R an' B, hip house, bass and jazz Now black music is black music and it's all good I wasn't salty, she was with the boys
innocent look in ya eyes I know ya tired of them crooked guys You know the type cheating Just to get the prize on one night And when the sunlight hits ya sexy alters
the Carter I am the chaperone nigga who brought'cha I am the author...this is Holy water From the Holy Father the Rock of Gibraltar Step up to the alter
in everyone of us --spoken: "religion! religion! oh, there's a thin line between saturday Night and sunday morning. here we go now. Alright, alter boys
from the "Minority Of One" lp. Music and lyrics by Generation X. Altered slightly by Dag Nasty. They customized their gear and synchronized The flame
hair cuts Looking wild and got all drugged up Hopped a train into the night Got a ride with a the transvestite Two boys in San Francisco Two boys in
courage to talk to one I asked her for a dance, not a second glance My night had just begun Well I drink to the Father and the Holy Ghost I'm kneeling at the alter
with a passion Crash your head front into the funk you think I'm slam dancin' See when you front you make mad The alter weight [Incomprehensible] Freak
on a trip Back to 1993, when I thought I was hardcore I was a racist son of a bitch, I thought I was superior Then I altered my mind and I saw my
. But I return to this nightingale. Her hair all fiery red. Deep it is and wild. My weakness will be fed. Boys whipped on the alter of Diana, sometimes
Why you wanna step to me my C-I-S Brothers don't play you got a lot to say when you with your boys on the other side of town I catch you 1-on1 and yo
you're rowdy like piper Hyperactive your rap is wack kid Don't even breath or I'll rip like jack did Helter skelter, deep belts a serious cut My boys