cause now your music sucks dick Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get accepted in rap quicker but never last, and Everlast is a.. [Chorus] Aight listen (look) So this is
more time!" [Mike D] It's the M-I-K, E ohh to the D I'm comin exquisite and V.I.P. Tryin to spread some love like roots on a tree Stayin true to this
can catch a bottle from the right, tap to the left Kicks to the mids relievin you of breath I seen it done sloppy, seen it organized Some saw it comin
Patti what?) Runnin' through the trenches (Oh!!) Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti's Dooke [DOVE:] Just the other day I got a starter kit (An M is
You're sweeter than the morning When the sun is shining down on me There is nothing you can say That could make me go away you see But you keep saying
me my check is on the way So sun up to sundown I'm grindin, tryin to make it by Prayin for my shift to come and take away the pain That day is finally
we on some new stuff, I never feared the Ku Kluk My own clan is actin up, I blame it on the Phillie blunt Whatcha gonna do, kids are acting oooohhhh Hill is
be yourself. (x3) Hey yo catch me when I'm sober, but now I drink for the belt. So pass the root straight to the right hand side. Make no mistake that the buzz is
eight Been on deck since my last felony I'm that 0 for 2 mothafucka With the Louisville Slugger Shay Whitie, that left hand punk is on the mound and he comin
the back Ain't no cover up for roots Got a pocket full of crack Lock it up and get a jacket Ain't no comin' back for now You wrapped up on the party life
, test. Who wanna touch the Juan Don, Von Dutch, niggas want none trust! please believe me I don't give a damn how gassed up or eager he is. It started
wasted Schoolly D classic, though I vocally laced it Taste this swerve on a regular basis Servin y'all whatever the place is Blowin conniseur quality in my competitor's faces This is
of this lyrical land Spliff wizard kid, who is it? Fifth Dinosaur Ghetto, beat detonator Apex my level, NEXT, my complex pattern of speech is like sex
and leave dents in it The vocalist, bustin this blunt, instrument spit The magnificent, rapper's run from it All fly girls, nipples and toes, numb from it MC's in my circumference, is
deep end where the hills are steep Nobody cares to speak- a land where life is cheap The street mentality mixed with the intellect Personality, hell where I dwell is
Chorus: Black Thought: (2X) You can't front, we comin with the shots to pump We got more cuz it's what you want Thump it in your section and throughout
too many Cadillacs with dope man plates Through the wind and blow-ups, is how niggaz communicate Harmonizing through beeper and reefer The city got my peoples in a sleeper, talk is