What's your function As American as herpes and hot dogs Got lost between the mustard and the hot sauce Unprotected sex with that one you just met You
you say And I'll attack you with the skill and level of a geen beret Then I'll appear before you as an Eloheem Here to scorch you The razor sharp blade I
thugs and wack crooks i'm tryna king the line bring ya drugs gear and black books i'm in ya face in the tunnels and at the bruise (?) spots i'm on ya
size and shape You can walk don't the block and get slumped or knocked It don't stop y'all and it just don't stop (x2) Black Thought: I leave the microphone
you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Anarchy
from her, left to mother the Revolution And lactated to attack hate Cause federal and state was built for a Black fate Her emptiness was filled with beatings and
, their mine You can serve me but you better be quick Serve me well and I'll do my trick And I'm on now Yeah, I'm on I'm hot or cold, I'm sky or ground
gangsta clip And everybody on the otherside Suck my dick Now with my gangsta ways And gangsta walk I spit gangsta shit Everytime I talk Now what you
pen or you end up smoked that's why I keep a heater on my passengers seat an I'm Mobb Affiliated uh, uh I know you hate it I rather be caught with my
the knee jack, with the knee pack Comin to attack with LoJack Nigga whether you white or you black, I rack, you lack Count attack the track, and carry
I do: at the mercy of any sister with wrist scars and black eye goo I tried to get into some cheerleaders and failed banana repugnant and tanned, so bland and so stale i
I start to think, and then I sink Into the paper, like I was ink When I'm writing I'm trapped in between the line I escape when I finish the rhyme (aiyyo
I bring the shit, I bring the shit like I seen it And when I scream the shit, I sing the shit like I mean it No secret, these muthafuckas figure I'm a
funeral. He was paraphrasing George Bernard Shaw. In "Back to Methuselah" he wrote You see things; and you say "Why?" But I dream things that never were; and I
This morning, I woke up Feeling brand new and I jumped up Feeling my highs, and my lows In my soul, and my goals Just to stop smokin, and stop drinkin And I