my system Converts itself and becomes wisdom Born in Trinidad, not Tobogo, land of steel pan and Calypso Cyop is a buck and a buck is a cyop That's the
Why wouldnt i? Says negro on my birth certificate Born in 1960 in a nation Throughout / ive been a spokesperson For a generation Within the same ol fear of a black
hands of a clock going round. if only we could wind them back and return to a time where the dream began. its all too soon thats all will be is a dream
Verse) i'm a savage renegade terrorist infidel white devil gentile born and raised in hell i'm wide awake there ain't no need for no sleeper cell I'm the bomb
In '97 don't be alarmed, Gravediggaz drop (Da bomb, da bomb, da bomb) G R A V E D (Da bomb) I, double G, A to the zig zag Z Droppin' (Da bomb) Aiyo,
of spirits Or my transparent perseverance, fuck a publishers clearance Gate keep's runnin' interference Yo, you can dissect it, the black prospecta I'm cold as a
survivin' Doin' what I gotta do to make a fuckin' living I'm doin' my own thing Born to let my nuts hang I got a fresh bundle full of dimes and now it
same time make a million Vibrate love an' happiness in this ghetto maze Hate us playaz, got this ryhme stayin' in a rage Kill wit a pill, broke game
wife just to piss you off Born and raised in Gretna, yep, born and raised in Gretna See I'm the type of nigga that'll have you in a stretcher Cause I
When two tribes go to war A point is all you can score When two tribes go to war A point is all you can score Cowboy number one A born again poor man
why you want me to sit down with you. You want ??? people ???") 11:18 ("??? he got a depth charge" "???" "I'm not a stoner" "???" "I'm not a stoner" ??? "
I got my 44 and my dro and my Chevy on 24s And my ho, now where am I s'posed to go, hey See me ridin' in a Chevy 44 on the seat With a quarter or a
with stress and strife But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day Come what may I'm fishing
in a torn muscle Young as scum, Daddy gone, Boy young and running streets 'till he pull a gun Hoodilum of all black hoody on Talibon strap with a gat like a bomb
I pull her to the bottom Twist nothin up like a condom Slap it if you muthafuckas got a problem When I see 'em You hoes endin' up in a fuckin' mausoleum Or hiden in the trunk of a black
then I pull her to the bottom Twist nothin' up like a condom Slap it if you muthafuckas got a problem When I see 'em, you hoes endin' up in a fuckin' mausoleum Or hidden in the trunk of a black
' mics with a cast Causin' ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulta Rhymes runnin' wild like a child in a walker
to the fight Build bombs and sneak box cutters onto a flight When I was a child, the Devil himself bought me a mic But I refused the offer, ''cause God
