Chorus: Roger Daltrey] Load up your bullet, shoot me throught the head you ask from where you standing, you must think I'm dead Load up your bullet, shoot
what you need I deliver Just an MC hustlin', hustlin' Just an MC hustlin', hustlin' I'm just an MC hustlin', hustlin' Just an MC hustlin', hustlin' Mass
Infinite infantries, space techs with navi clips Skin penetration, directions, information Roll up your knuckles, get blast in your fingertips Phasers
instrumentalness on all of you emcees who hate us So you can try on Leave you without a shoulder to cry on From now to infinity Let icons be bygones I
Spinning and stuck all up in my gravitational pull Constellation mutation shift to Taurus the bull Weightless, floating we?ve arrived Suspended in the silent night A warm embrace The Cyclops eye Mass
slide 'n my ride and hoochies better warn it high or get a shot on bump'n'grind (bump'n'grind) drink red wine, glad to be alive bulla bulla bullet to
in the wash and just chill on the hanger But uh, mama didn't raise no quitters So uh, what you want and what you need I deliver [Chorus] Mass confusion
