Hello? Yo, look I need to talk to you. I need to talk to you because. Things just aren't working out. Yeah whatever, we still need to talk though. I'm better than that yo, feel me.
People are sayin' that times take care. Of people like me. And that I'm livin' too fast for I know, I can't last. Much longer. . But little they know that their thoughts of me.
Intro:. This goes out to all my young brothers and sisters. Hold ya head, things ain't always what they seem. . I'm about to give you a dose of reality.
Old road she keeps callin' to me. Old road she keeps callin' to me. Travel on down, travel on down. Travel on down and see. . 13 and 301. 13 and 301. 250 west, 250 west.
Yo 'Ru, yo, whassup?. Yo, c'mere, c'mere. Yo, let's freak that rhyme. We was freakin' the other night. . I'm sayin' I'm with it, just set it off. Yo, after this, there's no turning back.
One day. . One day about six 'o clock I'm woke up. By the sound of my buzzer and a car or a truck. Screechin' off, so I jump up, scratch my nuts. But when I'm like, "Who's that?" Nobody speaks up.
The old Nashville cowboy was burdened with time. He was bent by his years and the fight with the wine. With a head full of music and an old nursery rhyme.
I annihilate, as I articulate. Words of power, your rhymes are unconfounding so death's your fate. Ostentatious genius, of rappin. Is mentally clappin to take hip-hop back, that's what's happenin.
Blood is on your hands. Seen by popular demand. Better scrub it off the prision walls. Smile for the cameras. For the folks at home. Better look around.
Yeah, well I spent a lifetime. Just makin' up my mind to be. More than the measure of. What I thought others could see. . Good luck and those fast bucks.
000 Intro/Chorus. 001 Come on, come on. 002 Come on, come on. 003 Come on, come on. 004 Come on, all the way. 005. 006 {Miz Marvel}. 007 The first verse, perfect design conquest your desert thirst.
Well, some contend this rock'n roll. Is bad for the body, bad for the soul. Bad for the heart, bad for the mind. Bad for the deaf and bad for the blind.
Tom Waits. . Well my time went so quickly, I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55. As I drove away slowly, feeling so holy, God knows, I was feeling alive..
Yo Afu (Yo whassup?). Yo yo come here come here. Yo let's freak that rhyme we was freakin the other night. (Yo I'm wit it yo just set it off). I'm sayin though after this it's no turnin back 'Fu.
Well, the graveyard shifted back in '55. The rebel rousers brought the threat to life. You were just a sparkle in your daddy's eye. Elvis joined the army and buddy holly died.
Bye buckaroos it's the end of another go round. I can see by the look in our eyes that we're finally windin down. To the end of the wrong long time out on the trail it seems.
Party people in the place to be. From the same man who brought you Da Bichez. Da Bichez, Da Bichez, Da Bichez. We were misunderstood last time we brought you.
It's panic time. In the tale of two cities. Such a crime. the needy and the greedy. Downtown is deadly. The nerve of the killer elite. Home street home, a place of no retreat.
Say if you're South of Oklahoma, east of New Mexico,. West of Louisiana, where Papa Charles always go. We gotta a little place called Texas. Where the women grow on trees.
It started on the sands of land of the mother. Word to mother, king like my father. My style survived slave ships, whips, and chains, hardships. Still through all this the praise roll off my lips.