can't possibly be beaten) (It is true that I do a lot of talk and everything I say I mean to back it up) [VERSE 2: Breeze] T-Y-S-O-N, let the lesson
our shit Ain't nuttin y'all faggots could do but gossip That's the reason now y'all niggaz ain't got shit Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the L.O
o' UNDESIRABLE TENANTS in de CONDOMINIUM o' LIFE? An' how many folks believe THEY number won't come up, next time de breeze blow fum de Easterly directium
HERE? (A celebratium o' de American way o' life!) I see some o' y'all be FROWNIN' . . . 'cause mebbe y'think what I's tellin' ya' is a LIE! Am I right
it's The Jump-Off} {Raise your hands...} [Verse 1 - Mos Def] With so much drama in the N-Y-C It's kinda hard bein' M-O-S Def-initely But I, some how,
can feel the breeze Baby we can kiss the sky, don't matter if we never come down We ain't never comin down Reppin N-Y-C and Memphis Tennessee is how it
anvil Because you grafted off the next man's skill But still I remain mellow, seein the theatrics of Othello Run over tactics of the C-L-O/N-E-S fess
I, taadow, check out this bizarre The D-A-T the N-I double G, the D-A-Z Again it's up in the wind, feel the breeze for shit God damn! You already know
for the G's (yeah) and, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin cause my momma ain't home I got bitches
me I, I wanna do something freaky to you, babe (yeah) So call out my name They call me U-S-H-E-R R-A-Y-M-O-N-D Now baby tell me what you wanna do with
and feel the breeze We can feel the breeze Baby we can kiss the sky, don't matter if we never come down We ain't never comin down Reppin N-Y-C and Memphis
Never been that {nigga} If you really wanna test me, brother don't stress me Or you just be bowlin It's Reverand like a Jesse, brother that's just me and that's
hustle Got glocks to show you this muscle Get the money, little nigga, don't struggle That's no bitch nigga that's the rules All my Cleveland niggas
Ain't nuttin' y'all faggots could do but gossip That's the reason now y'all niggaz ain't got shit 'Cause every time I turn around y'all on the L.O.X
Can't stop won't stop long as rap pays I'm killin' the airwaves 'til my dick hairs gray ain't no question no need to ask Who's the West baddest livest
steel anvil Because you grafted off the next man's skill But still I remain mellow, seein' the theatrics of Othello Run over tactics of Robin Ello C L O N E S
'9"] Slaughter gon' be runnin you over over a century You ain't one of The L.O.X., you don't flow nowhere near me You ain't Tip, Ali Shaheed, Phife Nigga
