guess I'm pretty happy, ah with my lot I paid my way to get what I got I strive, I strive for something else But these four walls, my prison cell There's
Burning up say my mind's on fire A talk talk speaker on the end of the wire You know it cancelled it out Riot on the radio You know it's turning me on
[Intro:] Yeah, This is gonna hurt you this time Gon' see if y'all niggas can survive to second round You said what?! It's over boy! It's like a Murder
I see things others do not see We incourage each other with words that's bred And annoint the heads of the now mentally dead We are heading home, the
[VERSE 1: Esoteric] I'm a cool cat, 'I'm poison' like G Rap My rap's too fat, it's overweight and out of shape I devour fakes, spit em out like sour grapes
LeBron's, Kobe up on the weekends Jordan's Monday through Friday especially when I'm freakin Them cool grey's, that's Monday Them Space jams that's Tuesday
Can't Have Me But We Can Have A Menage(That's 3) Now Rub Me Wrong And F**K Up My Massage (Ha) Then It's Flowers For Da Dead Bedda Give Em' A Corsage(
head or something Yo Yo M.C.'s out there, you betta stand clear It's Funk Doc M.E.TH on da world premiere From New Jerz straight talk, america's best
dubs How would she know unless she hit the clubs, got her mack-on Back in the 60's with an afro and her platforms Bopping to the supremes, smoking joints That's
my enemy, that's who was my friends On the strong delucious Unstoppable, followin the tradition of men Can't say "Aww look at that man" "He's too dirty for industry" Dead
thing" Last night the word came down, ten dead in Chinatown. Innocent, their only crime was being in the wrong place, at the wrong time Too bad, people say what's
take it and run, 60 Miles an hour. And break, your way. Trusting, holding the world in your hands. It's all gone, it's done, it's over. Passed on blame
One more for the rodeo, an old-school '60s team A great new wide awakening spews out at the seams Laid out cold on the table, a sheet pulled over his
I am the raping sunglass gaze Of sweating man and escort agencies 60's alienation the anthem of care Now a knife constantly slashing eyelids Slavery
DJ Khaled, We The Best Ayo Game. Red Nation [Chorus] All I know is bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's
homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old