It's bleeding from my pores Controlling my mind Welcome my lost cause Or will the rhyme find me? Looking back I can't remember Who I used to be Someone
in less than twenty minutes Impressin' the critiques when I'm boss an apprentice I see the future, within extensive vision I put this fuckin' track in the, intensive
say you scared [Andre Benjamin] Yo, paragraph indent, I make intense sense Niggaz on that Gil Scott dope (hint hint) At age fifteen they start smokin Billy Clint' Now he's twenty-one
done with spells up Poisonous cook The Kon Artis Make way for the hell raiser Mysterious neighbor Cuttin throats with broke Coke Bottles and rusty razors I ain't the one
a universal standpoint Acknowledge shorties bustin, but they gotta come son Before they can test my steel I send a grandson to let em feel one, bodies
rushin, from a universal standpoint Acknowledge shorties bustin, but they gotta come son Before they can test my steel I send a grandson to let em feel one
's the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota Oh, what on earth would make a man decide to do that kind of thing? Oh, windin' up twenty-one thousand, one
ball and my Timb's are small. Can't buy trees wit' government cheese I rather be where it's breeze, niggas bubblin keys. My moms got two jobs, one on
cold chains Is my brain vain? Flames, still dock the missles Let off one, stay in your lane Everybody got issues, I'm drunk off the rum Numb, one case
clap your hands It's the B-A-Y, do or die Born to freestyle, born to rise And now I'll keep on rockin' the beat on No one comin' up short capiche on
(Mr. Bones) I watch your body sway I got the teeth as sharp as ginsu's My species is Nosferatu I got one eye it's red like R2-D2 I spot you Release
Me I'm rich as fuck plus I smell like yack so come on A nigga gots to get chose it's a house full of hoes I suppose at least one of those want Mister
the best Mic club dot net see me live in the flesh You could come and download every rhyme that I spit You could pay homage to Rip for one dollar a clip
somewhat intense. My education it grows, antennas and cables. I thought seventy channels would be enough, but the satellite man says that my new dish can get two-hundred and twenty
sign I'm using my trigga finga [happy p] Now won't you roll one Po the four one Sometimes I'm real selfish and I'll smoke my weed with no one You know
you scared, say you scared Yo, paragraph indent, I make intense sense Niggaz on that Gil Scott dope (hint hint) At age fifteen they start smokin Billy Clint' Now he's twenty-one
Sage Francis] I'd give a twenty one gunshot salute With a toy rifle that you bought me but it won't shoot And all is well because there's been one too