you're ready for a pap smear Wax in your inner ear, doodoo in your outer ear Two cows a zebra will jump through your atmosphere Giraffe-Funk will raise
When it comes to skills on the mic, I'm out for self Finesse is dangerous, so those who came to fuss Will fuck around and get smoked like angel dust
's no room in this ol' heart of mine Bill collectors waiting down the hall Neighbors scream and crack the bedroom wall Nerves jump off the pavement, passion hits the street Angels
as Reggie Jack Is dats why you talk backwards and uh chumps be on some Bogard stuff like Humphrey You couldn't beat me if you ran with 2 Jump Street
stunnin, son of a gun, and I'm rankin at one, makin it fun and takin my gun, and Loadin, explodin, causin harm, poppin and droppin a bomb Breakin
D is off and flippin? And this one?s Lebanese do we have to say the bomb Is he related to Osama Bin Laden or Saddam I?m just a suicidal bomber on tracks
(feat. Raekwon & Slaine) [Raekwon:] Fix your face, when we rhyming, we been crazy Throw mad bullets at you, jumping in new spacely All my goons is frustrated
all love) [Canibus] I bust through like Sputnik 2 This is man's best friend, whoopty-woo The flag is black, red, and blue True shoot from the hoopty Dogs jump
rid of all the bad seeds in your life? [Luda] Y'knahmean like you just got your paycheck [Luda] Paid off a car note or somethin [Luda] Just jumped out
'em, I'm a winner by law Track em down like the subway when they sub-par Sub-zero everytime I jump in the send the Gods, Send the angels, send the God
thou Can-i-bitch? Please tell me what happened with That style that you were rappin' with Can-i-bitch, oh Can-i-bitch Are you from Los Angeles New York
when I get jumped like cables [Kurupt] Elastic, little plastic imitations And drastic tactics for blastin', clappin', snappin' nigga I like a bitch in a bomb
're on the air." [Roz] Yeah yeah yeah! This is Roz from Newark. And I wanna hear that song by Redman, "Can't Wait." That song the BOMB yo! "You got
minds up of you boys and girls [Chorus Cuts] [Prevail:] Complete sweep like a cluster bomb Cold as death, hold your breath till the dust is gone From the lost angel
stunnin, son of a gun, and I'm rankin at one, makin it fun and takin my gun, and Loadin, explodin, causin harm, poppin and droppin a bomb Breakin it
them body on chill like gla-ciers Gracias I'm crazy yes it's obvious Going against me is atheist I got my angels on my shoulders and a quarter of that angel