really soon I better start packin' now since I got a stronger reason to leave Pray for me and Tim please And if I never come back trust me things
It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream Concious, backpack, scratch that, same thing I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness
not. I'm a one man clan, one man band, just gi'mme one mic and one mic stand, one guitar for me to strum with my right hand. The same right hand that
want to be a postar! SIT BACK DOWN..!!" But never the less, i quit went ahead and progressed, had my eyes on a goal and wouldn't settle for less What
my mami with the doobie Cutie, smellin like Tiaka, half-Phillipine thing For now, let's call her Suki, got me this booty bangin Properly, in Versace pants, cocky bow-legged stance A thing
one thing more, a crow to fly Before to tell me how thy tale unravels I say, thou art complete and free to go What holds thee here save one who lives
is injected into the blood-stream. Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state. Another glorious advance for civilisation. One small step for man. One
relate to homosexuals so I?ll keep same sex marriages banned In fact the only dick I like is my second in command You may remember Mr. Cheeney he was one
brains blew out on the fuckin floor damn, hollow points to flesh tears through the teflon vest Now r-uh-rest Pull a plug on a flatline over those, one nigga less One nigga less
to see a brighter day i forsee that i'll walk with closed eyes... Until dawn dawn of the dreads rejection is a fear of mine for one reason or another
[Chorus: x2] Less one, just might lose breath Read me, my right's I've left Less one, just might lose breath [Verse 1:] A routine stop, that's what he
of health No drugs, no booze, just kiss and tell Well known on the scene Jailbait queen Had the first baby barely eighteen Father of the child was after one thing
cause I feel the same It's just some things that ain't never supposed to change Like when Nicky Bournes switched the name on the blue magic For no reason
I hear music I can't wait to rock New shoes nothing less than some fresh high tops and Things happen for a reason they say But I say there's a reason things
stand behind me And put that monster in my hiney," HI-NEY! I come through your block, with that one-eye whistle One hand on the whistle One.. one-eyed
a fuck if they think less of me mayne [Verse Two: Guru] Deadly habits, they could be a number of things Everybody got 'em, some people do ugly things
of fright and fear I slam dunk a rap through their ear to hear Heureka! I just struck a platinum fame In the game things'll never be the same Because