have made me forget who I am and what I live for, I try to remember. I can't recall. I can't, I can't. Who I am. Who am I?
I'm so very proud of the art we create now I love you I love you And I know that you love me too Dear sweet brother of mine I'm so glad to say it
bitch I got some transcripts to say you been runnin ya lips Now its on, on site, if I see you I'mma sin ya If I catch you in traffic I'mma gift ya somethin
an' fuck Come on, you know you wanna do it too It's good to me an' it's good to you I only speak what's true You say you don't, but I know you do Come
Evil E, Islam creates the beats 1-2, 1-2-1-2-3, I'm the emcee called Ice-T You girls look so sexy I wish you all were up here with me You drive me crazy
, why don't you talk about somethin' You just talkin' loud and sayin' nothin' And if you get mad, sorry brother And when you're in L.A., watch your colors I
blue? What, I gotta die? Before you realize I was a brother with open eyes The world's insane While you drink champagne And I'm livin' in black rain You
I'm showing you that I will be ordering itch Inside the new world, doing what I got to do to make Brown for my seeds I will bleed before a man tries to
what you going through you gotta keep your head up cause god is with you god is with you troubled world that i see everyday so beautiful god created
Perhaps you think the Creator sent you here to dispose of us as you see fit If I thought you were sent by the creator I might be induced to think you
that's wack Plus you use that loop over and over Claiming that you got a new style Your attempts are futile, Ooo chile Your puerile Brain waves are sterile You can't create, you
mind if I don't get on That's why I grind 'till I get on 'Cause I'm gon' shine when I get on So I can't wait 'till I get on Ima push these rides when
You know, sometimes I wanna rap Sometimes I wanna sing, you know what I mean Sometimes all it calls for is a nice mellow groove Hit of rimshot, you
gon get it, baby I've lived and I've learned I have taken and I've earned I have laughed, I've cried I have failed and I have tried Sunshine, pouring
with it Can't fathom these brothers fantastic Uh, I heard cry when I dip that ass in some plastic How could you master, you deal with rappin' bastards Because you
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio So I called and requested on the radio Tell the DJ spin it on the mix show Make a brother feel like I'm
what I'm doing And I don't give a fuck, I'm Ant Diddley Dog and I'm a Bad-N-Fluenz Nigga you think you got the shit in? You gotta get in where you fit
and leave they name in the street Brother Marquis ain't nothin' to fuck with So don't get mad if I fuck and I nut quick I'm off the chain, I
