them You lost one Lose one, let go to get one Let one, lose some to win some Sorry, I'm a champion, sorry, I'm a champion You lost one I don't think
' in they pimpin' Glad I got you baby You the only one, I can count on man You my crutch man, yo We leaves spots milt, you get your top tilt Mop filled
friends But like the old saying goes "If you can't nuke 'em... starve 'em or drop food on 'em." I'm half a novel, half a brothel, half a one-man army
at the barricade listen to this No one is coming to help you to fight You're on your own You have no friends Give up your guns - or die! Enjolras Damn
to touch you If your ass would rather live in shit then workers shovel I refuse to let the sun set on me again 'Til the end I'm a one man army, friend
, utlize, realize, survival essentails, lifestyle fundamentals attantion to all nation youth, continue our struggle trust no one, maintain, and tell
you used to be proving you're mortal Surrendering victory to Chi Underneath flowers and candles from your friends and family The walls are reminded you should've never fucked with me I take it to your
, your mind is stomped like I wrote Mein Kampf Changing stone rhymes to bread with one wave of my hands Son of God, defy me better have a whole army Or
Take me to the promise land, all I see is cops with guns Soap in my sock, county charges stuck in the struggle with number one Never will have a friend
twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all
come knockin each hand's got one Cocked, ready to dump slugs heavy as shotputs One man army, guns can't harm me Young and army, worse than my uncle ronnie
lookin' at my mama's ceilin' Wishin' that we had a million, what about me? I'm trivial, my damn self I'm a one man army like Russel Simmons And Def got
of our time Whose only crime was to bank on their fathers dreams To work hard all your life, to raise your family with your wife And to survive all the
like a bag of smoke I have your friends "Ah-hah man, that shit ain't dope" Leave me alone when I'm rocking on the microphone and play like E.T. and phone your
bring it again You live your life in the court of kings The same old useless, worn out thinking Count your money as the raven sings But all your riches
all' And them swinging cats are a havin a ball. Yeah, they love me down there, guitar picks and all. I was rocking and bopping and getting all the breaks, And the girls all
reveal my sources So umm, take the fifth if you're planning to riff The rhymes spread like Jiff to make your loose knot stiff Kick up your feet if you
changes overnight Your mind is one big death program Shoot and kill the foreign man This conflict you deal with the things you feel Like killing you fellow man