Do you remember a time When you believed in yourself And every note was in tune with how you really felt? Cause I?m filled with this melody, but I?ve
buried in the cemetery Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary But at times unnecessary I'm gettin' worried Teardrops and closed caskets The three strikes
or that others have tried, and failed. Then sometimes, with good luck, he will succeed." [Esoteric] Where we livin in the city where the law is 3 strikes
s a suicidal success Jealous of you? You're 5'2", low IQ My words strike you, and any motherfucker that likes you "It's coming, Seamus!" And that's how you strike back
But that's a whole other song and y'all don't leave it alone! I save then baby, c'mon! Murderous, somebody noticed when I strike through the killing
Mislead Three strikes There's no school When a teacher strikes This economy This monopoly Get no job Just own your property Now it's back to What comes
HERO of the CURRENT ECONOMIC SLUMP. (Oh) Now, some folks say he looked like (he was like, he was like) ZUBIN MEHTA (Zubin Mehta); still others say (others
the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah [FORTE] When pandemonium strikes, at midnight Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic On some absurd shit You talk back
AS IT'S SITTIN ON DOVES, IT'S LOVE CUZ WE AIN'T GOTTA GO NO WHERE LET'S GET IT CRUNK TONIGHT I MUST ADMIT THAT I'M NOT SO BOLD WHEN IT COMES TO OTHER
Three strikes There's no school When a teacher strikes This economy This monopoly Get no job Just own your property Now it's back to What comes natural
of a lonely city Listen to the beats The people strike their feet on the lonley concrete streets streets of a lonely city [Warren G] Take it back when
east is in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah When pandemonium strikes at midnight Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic on some absurd shit You talk back
the po po, drop top switches on the lo-lo, Your skinny nigga with the fo-fo Make more hot tips like off in Dodge City Elevation say they ain't gonna
But that's a whole other song and y'all don't leave it alone I save then baby, come on Murderous, somebody noticed when I strike through the killing
weight couldn't measure a snow flake How you gonna shine on a God while you rotate? I dislocate your head, your neck, your back, your legs Your kneecap, back
that lingers over the city There it is and I wanna preach about it, looka here Every year about this time I get to diggin' up Old school memories that I keep stored in the back