One element, top lyricist Intellectin' with, d-u-b squad of imperialist With an innevator as the dictator So we can see you, liver clues with side and system
of nothing I will return to nothing Rotate my style my rhyme my way magician of a rythm Lover of animals damn I wanna hear 'em Aquatic my way I got soul
when no one's watching you? Sweep up the fuck-ups, tighten up the lug nuts Let your world turn with no concern for what Slug does I'm not number one,
despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone and the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and
man prior to acts descending (tight) cats know the ambiance calm beyond comparison captive, passive spring loaded serenity I'm trying to give this city acupuncture shovin one-way pins in subway systems
at the individual case No life's returned by an execution Another death is no solution Their justice system is just our burden The way they treat the
you shot and she knows that you cripples kids But who's to judge when you're trying to survive The one who moves first might be the one to stay alive
harsh 'Cause we're just walkin' around brainwashed So what I'm sayin' is not to diss a man We need the 89 school system One that caters to a Black return
these 20 acrobatic tricks in a row, one, two, three, four, five... Splits, spread eagles, back flips, flip flops, one right after the other. Well, this one
I want Money goes to money, yes it always returns Finds its way back to the big house where it lives all alone Wraithlike silent partners, operators of the system
biz but watch the next one crumble" My father always told me to wisen up son Cause if you hung with nine broke friends, you're bound to be the 10th one
Smooth hardcore, no time for love ballads I'm not kickin the slow jams that's cool But nah the hardcore, that make the brothers act fool That's the way
out my way, bay bee, bay bee With all these hoes around clown, why you wanna bang? Let's have a celebration like Kool and the Gang I bring it all the way
Trapped up inside another bad day This fuckin' chronic got me demonic effecting me in a bad way I'm on some motherfuckin' kill shit I got hot flashes
AUTHOR: Sage Francis Chorus Intro: Pick up, Pick up...Pick up, Pick up... Verse One: Now I can't even think back. Self-induced amnesia has made its
And one to build a rep on, you all got me fucked up My crew stick bitches like you, for acting stuck up Method's like that y'all When I return you know
door And started whooping her ass worse than before They first were divorce, throwin' her over furniture (Ahh!) It's the return of the..."Ah, wait, no way
damn reach Your talk is cheap at least I practice what I teach And when all systems fail you return to the beats But got nothing to say, the chosen one