And I guess I got no choice but to be a poet Now everyday I manifest and I generate And smoke cannabis And I penetrate and I innovate And I demonstrate
Now I'm a outsider but not like ponyboy I'm aceyaloney boy and I transcend with both hands in? And I transfer the answer from within And I strain and
this on the map And if it dont happen i'll still be smashing in a cadillac Fuck that im riding and gliding in the avenue America's nightmare all dressed
, how America great when Iraq had no nukes Now oops, whatever happened to samples and loops? The same thing that happened to organs and flutes and real
Bald head and Dreads locks yo, strictly Hiphop. we blow the shots and, (Wo Wo) and den Escape from the cops. Cause we criminal minded, and rhyming with time, and
escape me Heard some ghetto cats Dont like metal rap Hear it and fear it And they think its wack They dont even know that the blues is black And when
with the cops no prob They shouldn't took the job Blow holes throught they heads like donuts Grown-ups, kids and girls Gather round and get gunned down
the wall Some are yelling "sick" and the others stop and stare But I don't care, I'm in a hurry going nowhere See, my head is spinning 'cause I'm lonely and
and the others stop and stare but I don't care I'm in a hurry going nowhere See my head is spinning ''cause I'm lonley and I'm twisted but I have a secret
my head Next, forty-nine motherfuckers dead Tell the pigs I did it Place spot at your back And beat you in the head with it And keep your bitch in place
't let hatred tear your world apart And if you wonder who is wrong or who is right Better go ask God to shine some light Earthquakes and jihad Jane Talkin' heads and
way down young scrapper Pump ya brakes real fast, before ya crash Crack ya head on the dash I put ya body in a cast, keep my shotty on blast Hard heads
gawdy Slid into the party with my new pair of Maury's America meet the gangsta Shawn Corey Hey young world wanna hear a story? Close your eyes and you
head was sick But what we need to do, is put that mouth on a betta bitch You heart the rhetoric, Jigga hit me over the head With a champagne bottle at
heart full of anger how when your lyrics were written by a stranger fool im the greatest, you just the latest im loved by ya grandmama, and ya babies [
enemy They kill ten of me to get the job correct To serve, protect, and break a nigga's neck 'Cause I'm the one with the trunk of funk And "Fuck Tha Police