More rhymin', pure diamond, tore hymen, poor timing. Raw lining, Paul Simon touring, I'm in. Boring typing, snoring pipe when hyper than four hype men.
Money makes the world go round.. -Pushing money, pushing for profit-. Stock exchange is now our temple..
Chain smokin beedies til his brain's broken completely. Get back on his feet, work out and eat some Wheaties. Greedy for the cheese, please, most couldn't fathom.
What is the magic that makes ones eyes sparkle and gleam?. Light up the skies, the name of the game is lightworks. I see you're peein' in you pants little sissy boy.
No one can see into my mind,. I can't express my true thoughts to anyone,. Life is like a lock on my mind,. Is death the only key?.
Villain man never ran with crills in his hand. and won't stop rockin' until he clock in a gazzillion grand. 'Til he in the wasteland sands. raps on on backs of treasure maps. stacks to the ceiling fan.
I don't wanna die in a nuclear war!. -Fear, fear, fear of the future-. I don't wanna starve from corporate greed.. -. I don't wanna live in a world of hate..
Blindly accepting, deceiving yourself.. Fooled by society, down on your knees.. -Drowning-. Trampled down by that in which you trust.. You're drowning in the mainstream of life..
Stuck in a maze, a labyrinth of hate. Shattered doors in. A mask of haze. Struggling madly in a cage. Desperately. Searching for a way out of the maze. Running blindly not.
Doom from the realm of El-Ca-Loom. Smelly gel fume. Separating cell womb. To Melle-Mel, boom!. Revelations in Braille. Respiration, inhale. View nations fail and.
I'm sick of work, I've had enough.. -I won't do what you say-. Why should I work for your profit?.
oh shoot - get a load of that fruit. in thigh high boots, red tighy whiteys and blue cat suit. even the rats know it's tacky -. "y'all ain't seen me slippin' like that bitch just smacked me!".
The flow is towin' precision as a Afro trim. All big letters but it isn't no acronym. Smack the thin grin off the chin for crack smokin'. DDT the first bar, leave the track back broken.
[Ghostface:]. Ay yo. It was three white bitches who worked for Tony Starks. Undercover agents, far beyond narc's. Amazed by they beauty marks. Wonder Woman bracelets, knee-high boots that was made Clarks.
Chidren blown into limbless joints of meat.. -After the bomb-. People dead & diseased, tossed away like shit..
"Things take a turn for the worse". "Send him back where he came from". "We got shots fired down the street". . [Doom]. Ba-di-yahhhh.... "Alright, steady".
No chains, no ties & nothing to hold me down.. -Life in peace, governed by love-. No god, no master & no more man made rules..
A and X, El Orfanato. Danza Kuduro. Lucenzo El Orfanato. El rey. . La mano arriba, cintura sola. Da media vuelta, Danza Kuduro. No me canses ahora, que esto solo empieza.
Roll the windows up when you get in the car. And I'ma light one up. Hit the gas station go and buy a cigar. And a Philly blunt. . Every time I breathe it's like I'm taking a puff.