This lonely life you are roaming in won't let you Feed your emotions with joy, a lesson learned in life Behold what you had, behold what you had! You
them in people magazine, they were featured on the cover of life. Octover 1st, 1954, 3 year old baby with 38 inch chest. That was something to behold
Moley" Big Poppa, fuck the cape I'm that Paper Crusader playin' Sega in the wide body Blazer [Coolio] I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with
y'all avoid Call your boys I got boys from west point to Nelly B Yeah I run with black folks too and they do carry heat Plus I fuck with smelly freaks
with a headache 'Cause it's cheaper to funk than it is to pay attention, you dig? Huck-a-buck, A-Lo and behold Someone's funking with the mood control
go I wanna write away, I wanna write here I wanna write brave words to fight fear, write dreams and nightmares Might scare the folks stuck in the day with
gentlemen, with a youthful look I entered in The sins of men, the devil's lust, the luck of women With cat eyes, her man's a rabbi Walks with a raincoat
maestro, nice flow Hot like nitro cool as ice though That type of dichotomy, y'all know it's gotta be Who else could it be BUT me? Rub your eyes, behold
leap over a buildin with the greatest of ease Get up and rock the party like you wouldn't believe Get everybody goin they'll be gone with the wind
'm God muthafucka and I'm not who you thought I was! They better be giving me all the respect All y'all, all y'all, all y'all, all y'all check yo self
leave with me because of my stature. Now, everybody move, everybody bounce. Whoever the Nina choose, we about to pounce. (work it out) With the 151 and
my teeth on the Gospel tracks I'm not an Apostle, but I bring the axe to ya back I chew and attack like Crest on plaque After that, your world is flack, you drop into a hole Your mold separates from your soul Behold
Flipmode Squad baby, that's my word All you sucker MC's, try to hide this stuff, come back here Where you think you goin', nigga? Come back here Y'all
t be touched You best to mob up to come fuckin' with us, oh no Niggas in my mob bring the heat You best to mob up fuckin' with the elite, oh no You just
demonic, without blazin' chronic, product of Reaganomics You know that motherfuckin' stoop raised me Ringin' in da hoops but I was too lazy School made me sick, teachers said I was too crazy Low and behold
ashamed for You're the reason that He came for and His blood poured So behold He stands at the door and just knocks But you be standin' at the door with
't blast Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast Watch the block thirst for one became all Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall Delivered in a vivid fashion with
t blast Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast Watch the block thirst for one became all Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall Delivered in a vivid fashion with
