So there's a story about the lady in Louisiana. She's a flood survivor and the rescue teams. They come through, and they, I guess trying to recover people.
Back up, back up, back up, back up. Back up back up back up back up ease off. This goes out to all area crew (yes yes). To my BK crew to my QB crew. My LI crew, my Shaolin crew.
Quart of oil, gallon of gas. Baby I sure do hope it lasts.. Destination: Love. Destination: Love. If I get stuck, give me a shove.. Destination: Love.
Lord, lord have mercy. All nice and peace and true, follow me now, we say. Say Hi-Tek yes you're ruling hip-hop. Say J. Rawls yes you're ruling hip-hop.
This is Lyte, and I'm just here to say. That I choose to express my feelings this way. Always alone, either with a microphone. Or just plainly emphasize the tone of my voice.
Got a new gig, here you come again kid. Fresh out the dog, done did your bid. But you can't stay here no more. Not in this crib. . Not with the foul way that you used to live.