ch-ching ching.green backs bring the bling bling na na I may stay home.rev got the ring ring ha ha hey hey poem while my answering machine screening calls
mayor in a stranglehold That ain't right [A-Plus] What? My firm is intense Leave permanent imprints A nigga was a infant when I learned I was gifted
? For I have no wish to wait around While all my senses fade And one by one return the gifts That youth so freely gave Wired to some cold machine That
born a slave Alertness, awareness, the gift of self control Artificial entity programmed to reproduce Parasites in tide pools confined inside machines
gay men fight. I like watchin' gay men fight. Walk like a macho man, love Hulk Hogan, love the slogan. "Hulk rules!" I'm just God's gift to Earth. I'm
hoo, I'm taking all crews what. Competition, stimulation for the rap man Losers check your tooters While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters. Don't play macho
gift from his father Stop at full speed, at 100 miles per hour The Colgate invisible shield finally got 'em And I laughed to myself at the men and the
with mad faces, yo, life is like a deck of cards And I'm playing for all aces [Chorus x2] [9th Prince:] Aiyo, my mind is killing machine that flows
' gay men fight. I like watchin' gay men fight. Walk like a macho man, love Hulk Hogan, love the slogan. "Hulk rules!" I'm just God's gift to Earth. I
mortal, the man Who's sorta like a soldier with a sword in his hand According to myth, a rapper that was born with a gift The force of his spit could
spickle emcees Lose darts, single pop Ice pickle shelf Nice and dark Knock on nocturnal lark I be touch shark bite, sharp light, ginsu, pen you, swim through, menu, men
tongues to the frozen flagpole I farted family functions, landing punches in the face of life I paid the grand three hundred for my beat machine, my body
sicker than purple blotches on ya body, machine gambino like John Gotti with a snotty nose, nobody blows'll leave ya body frozen stiff Terrorist niggas shoot the gift
Men in the city of L.A. People remember the Legends People remember the Legends Masses of men get the message Masses of men get the message You livin
for clues Dirt for tools, genetically alter perfect crews so they falter and can't offer a damn thing to they culture Natural blends, God body, actual men