If man is the father, the son is the center of the earth. In the middle of the universe. Then why is this verse comin' six times rehearsed. Don't freestyle much but I write a lot such word.
500 FBI agents comin' after us. With a license to kill, 30 mill. Claimin' is just a drug buzz. . Reach uppity reach, gotta reach. Power to the people and the beats.
Yo, Chuck, whats the move, man?. I was on my way up here to the studio, you know what Im sayin?. And this brother stopped me and asked me. Yo, whats up with that brother, Chuckie D, he swear he nice.
Ridenhour - gary g-wiz - h. shocklee. . I gotta do what I gotta do (uh). So who the hell is you. To tell me how my song is wrong. You don't know. Layout & let the drummer go.
Pudim. . Are you ready?. Uptown, on the corner, uptown. Uptown on the corner, uptown. I turn around and hear the sound of voices talkin bout who's goin to die next.
Say it takes two to tango but a crew to bang, yo. Superstar shootout, overtime at Durango. Clear out the box out, practice at the range, yo. Get the D to step back unless they be deranged dough.
* send corrections to the typist. . [Intro]. Our society is fucked up, they're fucking our brothers and sisters up. These white motherfuckers have fucked us up....
* send corrections to the typist. . [Intro]. Our society is fucked up, they're fucking our brothers and sisters up. These white motherfuckers have fucked us up....
Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, aight. I'm aight if you aight, I'm aight. I be better, get some of that bass. Word. You know what I'm sayin'.
Get off my back. You've got to get off my back. Get off my back. You've got to get off my back. Get off my back. . You've got to get off my back. Get off my back.
Now whats goin on. I dont know. Whats really goin down. Yall dont know. Between the east and the feds. Heads dont know. But you can bet. Some of these heads be the first to go.
I was wheelin' wit' the boom in the back. The treble was level, I like it like that. I was rolly-roll-a-roll rollin'. At 5 O looked and said, Hold it.
Hey yo, chuck, yo the world if sleepin', G. We got to wake everybody up yo. Hey yo, it's goin' down, baby. Let everybody know how it's goin' down, baby.
We the fans. Hopin they would be open. Tinted glass. Behind that tinted glass. Crowd waiting in limbo. Is that the limo?. But he dont give a damn. She dont give a damn.
Um lampin', um lampin', um cole cole lampin'. I got loowies boy, um not trampin. I just came from da-crib ya know. Um on da go-throw ya tank into metro.
First the sheep, next the shepherd, chucks run amok multiplying. Like leopards, spots 'em up the long bomb's a record. A long shot, three minutes fifteen seconds, if I was cloned.
1989 the number another summer, get down. Sound of the funky drummer. Music hittin your heart, 'cause I know you got soul. Brothers and sisters. . Listen if youre missin yall.
1989 the number another summer (get down). Sound of the funky drummer. Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got soul. (Brothers and sisters, hey).
1989 the number another summer (get down). Sound of the funky drummer. Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got soul. (Brothers and sisters, hey).