undisturbed And if she'd ever stopped and turned around I'd get so nervous that I'd stare at the ground And then one day in photography I found a contact
thin line gotta defend my and with no pen im sort of like a bomb, boom young toon, yeah thats what my people call me 50,000 for the cross tryin to keep
thin line, gotta defend mine & wit no pen im sort of like a bomb boom young toon yea thatz wut my people call me 50 thousand 4 da cross tryin 2 keep
t freestyle without rehearsing Crossed t's and dotted i's but still caught a liquid shit surprise Rappers got on colored contacts but they better real-eyes Contact
you drown, eerily Under the bridge micronautics Pop is pure but then the septic system bubble up through the artists 454 Fahrenheit bombers we are As long as I can see the North Star Cross
ma type to crush contenders with pure chewing satisfaction Pervade your ultraharmonic with the back of your whole mediocre faction Sonic boom head zoom contact
mic while you got the chance, fast The master of the class That you cant surpass When night come be in the ninetys (You cant last) I'm fresh-ahh, contact
playin', when you drop it will hit ya If it's gel caps or liquid, microdots yes, I'm wit'cha And I'm flippin' cross the roll, visual contact lightning
Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the bottle Never I play, you know I'm 'bout murderin' I ain't gotta say it You don't cross me, I don't cross
This impulse, so lazy Fifteen days without a set change, Forward yes kid counter-clock cross clutches Three billion people One fucking name. Raise the
Contacts made where the gay boys come to meet Keep saying it's your last night Give up this life for me without a fight Ruby darling, I need you Cross
the other side To make contact with you Though in slumber you fill my dreams And I make contact with you Don't ask me why I'm crossing over Oh, crossing
Of the D.O.C. Yeah, yeah, I have a secret plan New world connects and threatens man Other hand, everyone fake God light, neofight, spit On the cross
One time for your mind This is not a test, this is an emergency Listen, this is what I need you to do Is get on the dance floor Before you cross the
cats a rah rah All my flipmode in the backseats with the chrome nods I'm here to bust mine nigga frat child, let his brain fry Pretty boy sliced up philly contact
Lawson, and Mike Curtis, La-Po Music (BMI)/Sony ATV/Cross Keys Music (ASCAP)/Michael Everett Curtis Publishing (ASCAP) Well she won't wear her contacts
on up as i cruise down the over pass hit the stuff filling on my cup to the rim on the y feeling g or from the bud so i grin (CHORUS x2) when i get lost, feel i been crossed
I double cross you And you get mysterious mail I've tried hard not to shock you It's hard not to with the things I could say Tell me why don't we try