world today Cappa, Raekwon an' the R.Z.A., so listen to them clear An' put the box right near your ear, light your blunts an' down your beers 'Cause you could never fuck
back Fucking with the icecaps We gotta push the tide back We can survive, collapse if we don't get sidetracked If we visualize living underwater hidden
us like classes Foggin' my glasses, lost in a mass mess Task-less dilemma to match somebody's status And I'm average as fuck, no car cats gassin' me up
feedback Who need that, hundred gram stashed up in the cheese stack We fo' black, want more trip, we get that old back And keep this world high, yearly raw supply These fuckin
Million Man up in Washington The Hidden Hand even planned this man Have me goin' hand to hand, killin' my own clan But now I understand and see the big picture Fuck
lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi Call the ambulance, this man's wet Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette razor Which I keep hidden
This is our world, this is our world, this is our world (So get the fuck out) This is our world, this is our world, this is our world (So get the fuck
dro at? You know we love that cut up In the back of the club with purple in the back cryin' Twis' and Ludacris get fucked up Throw it up if you get
join with your mates? Join up with the clueless clan Dress up in a bag and a skirt End up looking like a jerk Meanwhile well have gone mad And the hidden
' all I got into these fuckin' raps Willlie Parker money hand it off and it's runnin' back Ayo you fuck wit dat Uh you gotta fuck wit dat You in love
in broken glass Your memory is swept up with the ash No world to return All your friends that you have burned And when you open up your eyes See through
sam I am Gonna make a stand Fight the system and the New World Plan Fight the fascists and the hidden hand Fight religion and the vatican Don't fuck
up, look Mom no cuts Just a stomach in disgust, and the fear that I might go nuts this year If I don't swell up I'll see you one my way One day this
4 door sedan All up in the trunk was the hidden contraband Fuck a middleman, my pistols am directly from Iran Looking from a third eye, I spot the hidden
, I go through the motions, but there's no Life in my eyes, it's like I'm hooked up to a respirator Waiting to die, hooked up to the fucking chair Waiting