Frank Them cats we fuckin' wit put bombs in yo' moms gas tank Let's get this money baby, they shady, we get shady Dress up like ladies and burn 'em
of weave dutches and a bag of weed that's all a bitch like you need you from the f**king ghetto that Reggie Miller that you push don't be burning like
and every time I fuck her, yo it's on camera and I'm the freak type, get head and lay meat right y'all niggas burned bridges I coulda had y'all tight
under-achievers And constant non-believers I'm on stage with a hanful of panadols handin them out Cos of the head throbbin from the head noddin And we
It'z on Thatz the move AJ [yea] Well it'z on We gon intensify the struggle, you know what I'm sayin' We under a lot of pressure, all opposites survive
came Coulda drove a nigga crazy, but I??¦ sane Been a lotta fun, lotta pain Lotta shit changed, I use to hop trains Now I??¦ hoppin in planes headed
up here chillin', top billin' And illin' on all those who oppose I wanna take one more shot, strike a pose, uh We got them, Sledge, [Unverified] ruff heads
' new to me 'cause Luck is preparation lockin' heads with opportunity So far I just had to listen and learn play my position and earn With the vision and burn
Bite it, stomp on a beat Possess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas Wu status, now, wisdom to the masses Cock back my tongue like a hammer My head
jurgens The similes and metaphors that I be serving gone right over their head, hot turbans I got a... and she a Persian Ain't got a deal with Eminem but I am burning
is no matter what your flow is no matter who's the dopest without Christ you're hopeless I shake dust from opposers get your open like roses burning
[Proof] Yo,(AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) ay yo turn the heads and the mics up We got the Dreadknaughts, you know what I'm sayin (AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) Super
for the youth, Sex Ed for your head The do's and don'ts, that should happen in the bed First, don't run up in her raw cause you get burned For sure,
you from the backyard, and (?) in stages (A+) A plus the lyrically superb one, spittin rhymes from the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums rotten shit, make the opposite
stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum From the young Shaolin Monks, takin heads with the tongue From the slum comes the young Shaolin Monks, takin heads
you to check it Check this, here's the killa thru this danger Not enough, enters 36 chambers Heads that feel, that thrills with a new skill Burns the
nah nah nah nah Now slowly, thinkin' of all the things that oppose me I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me For they crown they head
for reason and purpose; Their efforts are negated by the passive observers. * They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out, Is it any wonder they