know the heart is just a muscle All payments due, you made some papes I wrote upon I trust you will invest 'Cause chances are the game is just a test
you're paranoid Still another confrontation that you couldn't avoid Prepare for drama, as if you were a stunt man Back in the days you was a forty and a blunt man Today
Still on that pure order MC master race But what comes after my rhyme styles irregular Modules predict antecdotes for underground hits But if you can't catch it today
night, slave to the day They hop aboard the Underground Railroad and run away Pray for the day niggas don't get taken away For makin a way to stop their
for the latest clothes Turn your lady to a bopper, watch how I take your hoe Niggaz see I get that money, now they wanna wait to blow Underground grindin
back? I think a lot, Torch Mann gets older Blue velvet, and morphogenetic fields Hip Hop in Germany, who is barking? Will you know tomorrow who your hero was today