Hoping to keep you on a string, on a string my baby. one of you fool, damn. . Mississippi rock the gun, cats stay for flake. The murder rape escalates, the more that I make.
Encore un matin. Un matin pour rien. Une argile au creux de mes mains. Encore un matin. Sans raison ni fin. Si rien ne trace son chemin. . Matin pour donner.
If it wasn't for cool Herc, hip hop wouldn't be created. That's bullshit, I would of created it tens years later. Niggas acting up till the guns is heard.
[Verse 1]. If it wasn't for cool Herc, hip hop wouldn't be created. That's bullshit, I would of created it tens years later. Niggas acting up till the guns is heard.
Come here girl. . [Chorus]. No more stunts no more lies. No more bitches in my ride. No more all night parties all leave it behind. No more freaks living right.
Racial hatred raised in youth. Patriotism is no excuse. . Nazi die! Nazi die!. Nazi die!. . Filthy prejudice, disgraceful lies. Your hate and violence I despise.
A nigga gots no heart (a nigga a nigga). [repeat]. . [Verse 1]. . I'm sick up in this game. I'll take no muthafuckin' shorts &. slam dunk these riddles up in yo' ass like Jordan.
I'll never quit smoking. Never quit (Never quit). I'll never quit smoking. Never quit (Never quit). I'll never quit smoking. . Burning the herb, it's a magical plant.
[Verse 1]. . bound for the bound bound, we're back again. Oxide, Neutrino settin' the trend. This time I've brought my wicked and new friends. Mega, romeo so-solid that's them.
n,n,n,n,n, n digga dee. n,n,n,n,n, n digga dee. n,n,n,n,n, n digga dee. n-the-e-the-u. n,n,n,n,n n digga dee. neutrino. talk to the oxide. talk talk. talk to the oxide.
Bah, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba. I see you sit. And swallow pain. For all of those. Who will not speak. You raise your voice. You fill the stage. Your eyes are wide.
I can ride my bike with no handlebars. No handlebars. No handlebars. I can ride my bike with no handlebars. No handlebars. No handlebars. . Look at me, look at me.
So check my status aka Señor Bad Ass. The heavyweight in town, mero mero con ganas. I'm mister get whatever, whenever, however. If you be up in my way, chingadasos forever.
aye yo we march to the melody. aye yo we march to the melody. yall. aye yo we march to the melody. preach to the percussion. charged by a chemistry deep within our gut.
You might think that there's as many,. As many kind of people in this world,. But there's only two kinds, the buyers, and the ones who get bought.. No, there's another kind, it's kind, it's a kind that don't belong in a place at all..
All I see is blinkin' lights track boards and fat mikes. 950's SP12's MP60's. Shit is thumping ear drums pumpin'. The shit is tight right 'cause the sample is tight right.
No longer on the low, I gotta flow is what I mean. Let the critics know they can't tamper with the Jolly Green. No longer on the low because my flows be tight.
[Party Arty] Now look me in my eyes and tell me what you see. [A.G.] The neighbahood sickness (You know my shit is hot). So bear witness (Repeat 2x). .