fuckin', lookin' through the glass We're listening to Max, he keeps tellin' all nite. He never lies, old muthafucker I don't exaggerate, he's a bloody
to distinguish friend from foe and what do you know by the time morning comes I can see the light and then I'm thanking god once again for making everything all right he
such a pity but at Max's Kansas City we won we all shot the shit at the bar with Johnny O'Toole and his scar and then old Clive Davis said he's surely
fucks me up Ain't no pussies over here, partner, see you hell, fucker [Eminem Sings] Come get me If you mothafuckas want Shady If Pac was still here now, He
That chick was like Bardot, (Why's that?) Cause she's poison Oi Baz, we better chill, look at the size of her boyfriend It's Mr. Annoying, I bet he wants to talk again
is fair again, shit Devil, you got to get the shit right I'm black Blacker than a trillion midnights +Don't Believe the Hype+ was said in '88 by the great
Eddie Phil be cuttin up like machetes and confetti Deadly, Phil/feel the pain when I walk through the rain Niggas be like "He sayin Phil again, Phil again, Phil again
say He's done it again He's done it again Max Bialystock has done it again We can't believe it You can't conceive it How'd he achieve it? It's the
INTRO: (Saukrates) [Common] Word up, Saukrates in the house [yeah, yeah] 'Bout to turn it all out again Y'all niggas check my shit out, word up check
'm the Fresh Prince Hi, how ya doin'? How's everyone doin' out there? I'm just here to talk about my DJ I was just I was just standing' in here, really
the fuck he says here) and much more hearts then yours i just express mines a little different cause life aint fair but who really cares? i no some people thats over here
again, shit Devil, you got to get the shit right, I'm black Blacker than a trillion midnights 'Don't Believe the Hype' was said in '88 By the great
god to distinguish friend from foe and what do you know by the time morning comes I can see the light and then I'm thanking god once again for making everything all right he
missin' till fisherman see your corpse I'll be in Michigan stickin' a chickin In my Michelin ready to pigeon pitch again From Switzerland to New York I was