own brand of rhyme On wide avenues The air moves the sound, cruising around Who makes the minutes move? The postmeridian new Who? Who else but you Who? Who
of rhyme Shaking your own brand of rhyme On wide avenues the air moves the sound Cruising around Who makes the minutes move The postmeridian new Who Who
, I represent Lox Now when I flow, you hit the rewind button So I charge out more, want it all at the door Fuck heat, Sheek, walk around with an oven Who
re gonna have to shock him Oh my God These are the results of a thousand electric volts A neck with bolts, "Nurse we're losin' him, check the pulse" A kid who
From the rib cage, in a world of theatrics Same wantin new Babylon, the Mac spits Rose remain deep, like the masters who crafted ecclesiastics Telepathics
(You!) Who are you? You have no talent. You're a bad juggler. You can't walk the high wire. You can't tame a tiger. Then I'll be a clown like my grandfather
, come, come One for the dough, son Give me the reasons Come, come, come One for the dough, son Give me the reasons Come, come, come One for the dough, son
dough I'm known for yoking jacks And beatin them with smoking gats Leavin token blacks with broken backs and open caps So with that bullshit, step to the rear son
una simile agonia A volte il cuore A volte il cuore Nuda carmina ad mojora Nuda carmina in carmine Nuda carmina ad majora ("sagapo malista eis aei") A volte
the knave who steps up to be slayed By the one who forgave him for his first mistakes He'd best behave, or i'ma send him a wave Of some shocking volts
type of nigga to play the gangsta Cause usually I be coolin But straight off the motherfuckin breast I ain't comin for no foolishness 100 volts on the
s dissapear like the rain forest So when I rocks again get oxygen get cameras on No telling diverse curse selling I'm reversed like hammer son Mental
minds travel on this uphill climb If you want some, get some, this is it, son, this one Make 'em feel the friction Guaranteed hit, son, miss none Flip
go off in the east wing It's a blessing to deliver this lesson Who's resting You've been summons to awaken A nation of sleeping giants who are clients
get the idea Beef, finish it, can't afford to start it Get your face stepped on like floors and carpets P. Diddy who did he when the son don't shine Gun
