more You call on the phone You say you're alone What am i supposed To do about that Words they can cut Cut deep like a knife Right to the core Please
one true foe L.c.d. (medio-core) it's upper powered The riffs are all deflowered (medio-core) it's spreading faster Than british tooth decay (medio-core
Me buy a **** a couple rocks and the watch quit playin' Back on my greasy my neezy nobody bread whippin And for them ****' spectators I brought the band
isn't just about friendship This is family right here And that's a bond that can't be broken You know what I'm saying How do I feel about my band of
house, yall know what time it is Who's house? Run's house Once again my friend not a trend for then They said, rap was crap but never had this band
wasn't my direction Producers filtering join in with R&B A million rappers, some clones trying to sound like me Biting my space styles, biting my horror core
catch a contact Believe the road dog When ya see the millameta heata cocked Shes too clean to bend the corna on the ? ? ? block I bring the funk Like that gap band
They were solid as a rock and stubborn as a stone Honest to the core and ornery to the bone And the Good Book says their lot in life Was not a bed of
down with the monster mash Get down with the monster mash Get down with the monster mash Get down with the monster mash And if you don't have core hard
realise is that the rubber band stretched so far that when it snapped me back to earth I went through the earths crust, through the mantle, through the core
looked to God I just wrote rhymes on paper that's lined And everyone of my lines reflects on times That I live in, giving a shit, not me Like metal band
Ladies in the front row, touch them toes Fellas in the back, get the bank roll Twirk, roll, stop, control Twirk, roll, stop, control On the band up
that you believe in me But you have to understand We're not Peter K., Emma, Gandhi And Marx reincarnated as a punk rock band And even if we found our major enemy In the core
Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose And drink it old school style in your B-Boy pose I'm Danny Boy with the Hard Core style I'll punch
free, yeah) N P G get rowdy, get rowdy now (Feel me, love me, go, come on) N P G get rowdy (Feel me, once again) (Backwards the incredible) At the very core
"fuck luck" I throw fists at paparazzi like "why they watchin' me?" Throw fists at people grabbin' my money like Monopoly Throw your stacks in the air, shoot your rubber bands
