for you? Mama gonna put you back on the Vonville circus. [Velma Kelly] So now you're an agent too? [Mama Morton] Until you install private line in
you start The people in subways Look nearly half dazed to me Renting tomorrow, investing in sorrow No belief, yeah Faces in side streets Hiding like angels from grace Selling you sorrow, renting tomorrow
is promised tomorrow Free your mind, and the rest will follow Seize the time, no-one is promised tomorrow Free your mind, and the rest will follow Seize the time, no-one is promised tomorrow
here 'round when the fog clears As we crept through the race, old friends would line the banks Cheering on as they played Screaming all the lovely names, then they'd start
sugery is about to start, a meteor hits a bus, the bus drives into a hotdog stand, a giant neon weiner flies into the power lines! The lights go off
knew all the right people, they took all the right pills They threw outrageous parties, they paid heavily bills. There were lines on the mirror, lines on her face
say fuck you us to our faces, bitch, and ball up Your knuckles, 'cause we can work. too many niggas be thinkin' that I won't bomb Back at ya, thinkin
The weekend starts at seven We get forty-eight hours of fun For five days working on the line For five days Time to change the look on my face I?m waiting
s Minerva and Mercury Well, I nod to them and start my crawl Flyers coverin' every wall, faces of the missing are all I see Tomorrow, I'll be back there
to the front, to the back, to the back, [04:03.50]To the hip, to the hop, to the rhyme, to the rap. [04:05.60]Every single line out o'da time
my back how in hell could I know Break me down *Master Celebrator Bow your head and fold your hands Master celebrator No one gets a second chance Master master Raise your voice and start
lie to your face how you respect him In the kitchen cussin the pot like my baby momma The four way lockin the right thats baby drama Make me start deporting
fame is overweighing the fun My second line is blinkin' now you gotta hold on Imma leave you with the chorus that I did for this song, Be right backa
but being spaced it inspires me back, When will I be nice, to Katie Price, The day I see a cage fighter in drag, ah, I don't want a tomorrow without friction
with evil forms Conquering battles in these fields of greed Dark faces all around me makes it hard for me to see Who's got my back and who will backstab
Chef] Yeah One-two, one-two, nigga Line for line, line for line How we get down wit da rhyme Yo, it be a line for line, line for line This is how we get
Blood everywhere and your hardly even breathing I kick you to the face and make the flat line even there's no tomorrow I'm the hardest stir of sorrow
to remain violent and start wilin Start a fight with the same guy that was smart eyein you Get in your car, start it, and start drivin over the island