Lessons to be learnt but who's going to teach Who's writing the rules, well I decree A day of tragedy when love is lost When a friend, when a friend is
Lessons to be learnt but who's going to teach Who's writing the rules, well I decree A day of tragedy when love is lost When a friend, when a friend
girls but mostly guys, got supplies now we in the drive, I hope we got the house number right. Knock loud and ring the bell, door swings and the music
a (THRASHER!) I'm a (THRASHER!) I'm a (THRASHER!) I'm a.. [Verse 2 - Pharrell] Every once in a while there's that same asshole Try to swing and hit,
get served. Lil' Chris, said run it, So I ran and told her. I'm a cash money young'n, Bird-man junior. Just a president, looking for a minor occurrence
at? What's my name? Somehow, somewhere, I got hit by a train And it ripped my legs off Huh, nothing but a minor coft You can't get me I swing from
when my man laid up On the Uptown high block he got his side sprayed up I saw his life slippin, this is a minor set back Yo, still in all we livin, just
your drum And now it's pandemonium! You're crashing everywhere, it's like you're smashing china Skidding on an icy road You're major trouble since you were almost a minor
2: Hopsin] Mom? Dad? I?m no longer the boy you?ve used to seen I?ve changed a lot, plus I?ve grown to hate every human being My mood swings have now
dare start what you cannot finish So when we face, face the adversary No longer are we the minority And when history repeats her hour The pendulum will swing, swing
Satan arms Don that I am made 'em bow in the face of God Graveyard Shifting, different day, the same thing The name ring then the chain swing and dames
deal now, blinking with us or put your shield down Faggot, fuck fuck around punk, battle for cream nigga [RZA] You want to pound crab, nah let his hand swing
on! Whoa-oh Whoa-oh She's no minor threat She's no minor threat She's been bruised and bled Whoa-oh Whoa-oh She's no minor threat She's no minor threat
sound of the crowd roar for more To see the niggas that can't pay rush the door Wildin on the dance floor when they song come on Swinging they fists
Here's the cure for hip-hop, the medicine, so come and get it It's the medicine, this is how we swing it Suckers want noise, I advise them to bring
the beat to continue And proceed to give you more of what you like This message has been brought to you by the makers of The Way We Swing, and the Underground
York, my third eye glides with the view like a hawk Defined, my mind is automatic, rhymes are tragic Fount in the attic, lost you in Asia, Minor, find
