A & R's named Ufid If life's a bitch I'm one of her two kids A motherfucker, if the show fits If rap was a school I'd be teachin at Yale's institution
I make more noise than a block orchestra I'm stalkin' ya Follow my road I'm forkin' ya To the path So YO! Tell a friend Tell a foe Tell a hoe Tell any
from cold. We're never alone. Coordinate brain and mouth. Then ask me what it's like to have myself so figured out. I wish I knew. I hope this song starts a
you can?t make me care so let?s go to our separate rooms and leave each other there reflecting on the times we?d bicker the words formed from our mouths
they be giving it up I seen it all from a dime to a quarter They had that rocking like a Park that's word to Mike Shinoda Shout out to captain Ginnny
chosen your fate Spitting out your words dilluting your integrity Calling me a straight edge faggot you're the drugged out teen There is no way out With your big mouth
other than her little boy lost in our little world that hated and that dared to drag him down. Her little boy courageous who chose his words from mouths
flesh, sincerely Kickin' it off on a ghetto track Bringin' to you some actual facts From the bottom, known as Miami With the help from a posse called the L.A
Cause her lips were moist, a touch soft and wet We danced, to a funky tune And stared at each other in a smoke-filled room I said, "What's up? Are you
bow before a bigger nigga Now dry your eyes You was heartless on your hits Niggas love to scream peace after they start some shit Pay attention here's a word
to figure out the last thing I said I'm a redwood, I love to be a tree, yes I'm a druid my words are flowing out like a fluid never give in never conform
blow In other words ya neck will know What it feels to have a exit hole Them guns will make a nigga dumb turn him into a vegetable I ruined mines Doin
a Black Man, as you are me I feel a change coming, I see things others do not see We incourage each other with words that's bred And annoint the heads
long I'm fresh, Grandmaster Caz said it best: "You can't buy a mic at a quarter to 2 And be a real MC before the day is through" Rap today is a circus
2] You made a second jam and still you couldn't get it right Gettin' out of bed at night and checkin' my website Usin' a dead mic, jackin' other cats'
Ace Hood] (Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle) [Chorus] Same old shit, just a different day out here tryna get it, each and every way momma need a house
