forget life as you know it If you wanna view life through the eyes of a poet Peer through mine in this fearful time Where wages are cut, but tax keeps
He once hired illegal aliens She was known for fraud and tax evasion He cost us over ten million jobs Her husband is a big drunken slob Chorus: Why do
Okay man, first you make the music Then you get the money Then you get the power I made a million and a half off the book, fuck the tax And your spines
hold the torch Who gon' hold us of, 'cause you don't read newspaper's nigga Lt. Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers Money laundering, tax
early as late August It was the big book of wishes, hopes and desires My three brothers and I were allotted Twenty-five bucks a piece including tax
Capital P to the R to the I to the N to the C to the E To the P to the O to the E, try harder, don't bother Prince Poetry, the man not a myth I'm not
tax, kleptomaniac Take the change out your blue mousetrap Lo-Jacks is no match to locate, what I demonstrate You need two Dr. Dre's to phone tap, me Capital
So you better send it back in time Dont pay the poll tax Stick it up her arse Fill in the sheet with all your fax They screw you with their poll tax
it as early as late August. It was the big book of wishes, hopes and desires. My three brothers and I were allotted twenty-five bucks a piece, including tax
so forget life as you know it If you wanna view life in the eyes of a poet Peer through mine in this fearful time Where wages are cut but tax keeps growing
being criminal is righteous Ran by bloodlines that were dirty before Isis The crisis has even spread to spiritual infestations Confessionals filled with sexual molestations Professionals so set on capitalization
[Prince Poetry] Capital P-to-the-R-to-the, I-to-the-N-to-the-C-to the-E-to-the-P-to-the-O-to-the-E.. TRY harder, don't bother Prince Poetry, the man,
see the hate in my eyes it's no surprise It ain't shit bitch believe that Suckers claiming they paid They can't even handle they weed tax I leave tracks
could be But Capital K, Woody Wood, plus me, yo A combination to entertain Keep ya cooler than bottles and Janes, yeah [Chorus] [Outro: Poetic] Woody Wood, signin off Capital
feed I've got to keep the war machine running I am a hypocrite But I'm a big flag waver I am a big flag waver I'm a good tax payer I am a communist
hold the torch Who gon' hold us of, cause you don't read newspaper's nigga Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers Money laundering, tax
think that I'm a genius Really I belong inside a dang insane asylum, cleanin', try them trailer parks Crazy, I am back, and I am razor-sharp, baby And that's back wit' a capital