number just a number! another wheel for the coporate machine a faceless pawn in a facist regime another casulty of the corporate scheme gotta break away before it kills me
me and I knew This would make them change The only thing that's going to bother me Is that you'll all call yourselves my friends Why can't you look me
and can't mail it out If you can't feel, it's too full, you can't peel it out Showboatin' at the show, but you can't sell it out I'm on the sea shepherd
Let me, let me see them Hanes Go insane Go insane Throw some glitter Make it rain on him Let me see them Hanes Let me, let me see them Hanes (C'mon)
the blood Again you lash out to hush the ones who know Cause they're the ones that you fear most And it's called damage control Well let me break it
hit it, we nah quit it.. And I like tha way you body set and how your clothes fit it I want you give me some of it because minute by minute Temperature
scream at you But I'm ignored Got me thinking what's the use? It's true It's too late for me and you Now it's time, time, time Time that we admit it
dreams Now wake me up If it's all real Just kill me I'm making the wall inside my heart I don't wanna let my emotions get out It scares me to look at
to you fonies Disguised as homies, to get me felonies I forever be lonely, just me and my coedine My tech has no beam, my aim is so clean Been at it since 14, you can't control me
niggas go fraud When it comes to me whether rapping them off to see this nigga go hard Now everytime I come around my partners treat me like strangers Never thought it
for lessing the crowd mayn They got me feeling Devin, tell me why they do us that way The got me searching for the doja, in a doobie ashtray So I can cope with it
around me Without it in my pocket, motherfuckers try to down me Whenever I try to go get it, the laws surround me Take away my name give me a number, and take me
descirbe, out the Screwed Up tribe Read about it in the Source, Murda Dog and the Vibe [Chorus] [Z-Ro] Remember back in 94 they use to laugh at me baby Now it
kill the bombs kill,kill,kill kill the Fonz- Henry Winkler how does he think up? how does he drink up? or does he sink up? with those punk rock eyes girls don't treat me
switch up lanes Think about it [Chorus] [Verse 5: Young Noble] I can't complain I've seen my fair share of the fame It wont change me Now I'
reach me Plus my teachers were to petrified in class to teach me Sipping thunderbird And grape kool-aid Calling Earl since my stomach was empty It
, give me the reason why I should change, into a softie .. after living so loftily It cost me my soul out of control in a devil's world Me, my niggaz,
