Back in the days, I knew rap would never die. Back in the days, I knew rap would never die. . The year is 2004, people talk about war. I had to hit the floor when the bombs began to pour.
1,2,3, J'ai pas le syndrome de celle qui pardonne. 1,2,3, J'ai la peau de ma main qui démange. 1,2,3, On m'avait pourtant mise en garde. 1,2,3, Phénomène bizarre.
Yo whassup, this is Tajai of the mighty Souls of Mischief crew. I'm chillin with my man Phesto, my man A-Plus. And my man Op', you know he's dope (yo).
Repeated: your shape be.... . (opio). I got my eyes on you. Visor's cool. Ass be vast it's private school. Imagination pornographic. Memory is photographic why don't you.
Yeah. Yeah, y'all niggaz don't know nothin' about this. What that nigga say? Enrich Oakland funk. Ha, gonna take that shit serious. . Man fuck an MC. I got a tip that's fat and lengthy like a 40 pistol.
Ha, ha, ha, whatcha laughin' at?. . Megaman up first. 21 seconds oh, shit. I ain't got no time to smoke this. Hold this, yo G. Go by in a blacked out TT.
All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all. All I wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce y'all. . It's structures to this game, it's instinct mixed with knowledge.
[Snoop Dogg]. Hey yo Goldie Loc let me hear some dog (puff). We gotta go some for the hood that's on the real. Yeah, this is a public service anouncement from the mathafuckin LBC.
Damn a nigga only got 20 dollars shit. Check this out. . Snoop Dogg. Nigga 20 dollars to my name. Deep in this dice game. I dust off my knees. I fucked off two g's.
When I pull up people so fresh in my ride. We smoke the best you can buy. Them niggas talking it but they just don't go harder than us. Keep stunting just cause I can.
Motherfuckin gp in the motherfuckin house. With shorty shy. . [rubbabandz]. Yo.. yo.. I raise all hell when i, start to stain. Crab niggaz, I recon, you recognize the grain.
Citoyens, citoyennes.... Citoyens, citoyennes, je vous demande votre attention. Nous sommes tous victime du cancer de la raison. . Le diable vit dans vos maisons je le vois dans tout mes songes.
The sun flies through the sky, leaves darkness in its wake. And now I hear the hellhounds barking at the gate. To be honest, sometimes I want you to relate.
Ruff Ryders niggas, blood in, blood out. Sheek, Methical. Yo yo, hey yo. . Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine. But when I take it out the box, I represent Lox.
[Hook- Perion]. You can find me on 24's. Blowin on a pound of dro. Getting gone in the wind. Sitting behind tint. Getting bent. You can't see me. But you smell the smoke.
[Intro]. Yeah Hi-Tek. For who do we aspire to reflect our own people's death. For who's entertainment shall we sing of agony? In what hopes?. That the destroyers aspiring to extinguish us will suddenly.