get loved Shit get done round here, do you, not us [Chorus] I'm gon do what I want Cause this lifes made for living You got to know nothings for sure
T E P, your boot in G R A V E You M I S S I N G, or D A T E to L I T E Wanna fuck wit dis bad girl MC While I fuck wit D Y N A M I T E Fuck dat, now
The undercover from brentwood, yes I'm doing awesome You wanna see me call steve austin (hehehehehe) For your protection, go sit in the r&b section For
here last night. (bark, bark) now for us- Frank zappa: Last night? Patrolman lefemine: Yes. Frank zappa: I wasnt here last night. Patrolman lefemine: Now for
shit Some tall Israeli is runnin' this rap shit We poke out our asses for a chance to cash in Cocaine, is runnin' this rap shit 'Dro, 'yac and E pills
resnice, ste bratje noc'i? Kaj roke vas'e s krvjo rdec'i? Eksplozija v noc'i je roz'a gorja, opravic'iti z njo se nic'esar ne da. Razbiti mogoc'e oltarja
I'm T N T, and I just can't lose An E M C E E, with a fuse When it's lit I hit, with the lyrical wit Of a scientist, tryin' this Sugar coated, rhyme
long since the last touch. The maggots play their dead instruments for me. Devour in the key of E. Like a symphony of throats and piano wire. Like explosions
in this battle To destroy the end... AWWW!, father! (yo, yo, yo, yo, yo) [RZA] Approach like a ghost, in a thousand men host Prepare for the battle,
Goin' down and talkin' noise Now I occupy my time hustlin' and gettin' paid He occupyin' his time tryin' to get the boys for they blades Gettin' em for
bust that old school boom bap All over this map, for I be that down ass, South Cali poet Ya know it to be The D E C L A I M E Doin' my thang in this
The bodies of millions pile atop the splintered streets of a now rotting metropolis. Ignorantly drowning in the flames and fumes fabricated by their own
ain't ready for war to blast me, B Ask me if I give two shits, if you aint Pharaohs, QD, my kids or my bitch. [Verse 2: Esoteric] E.S. I made the track
boyz from tha movies; Talk shit and have to kill me ( u hard?) absolutely! They call me big bill murder all bitches; Commin out tha woods with the 30 aught sixes. E
m the fuse, Rhyme-F-E-S-T I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"} Niggaz runnin for cover from the fallin debris I'm {"Dy-no-mite!"} Explosive, nigga blowin up the streets
overdoses Explosive like stone tablets in the hands of Moses The most focused on global implosion Bill burn the truth into your eyes, leave the both of them smoking Smile for
a Joint up and get fucked Ready for a kitchen party Welcome to the Maritimes [x2] I'm from the East Coast of Canada, home of the bag pipe Known for the
