the man before the edit Leave you like hard tops beheaded I keep cream, the pistols my street team Triples on my sweet beam Crystals in my lap, I'm a
ain't goin' to Goa (Ain't goin' to Goa) Ain't gonna Goa now (Ain't goin' to Goa now) I don't need no freaky, deeky, fractal geometry, crystal silicon
Rap by Foxy Brown: Brown nigga, uh, chromed out six and sh~t, Bubblin', layin' up with them Colombians, Ho f~ck no, I gets dough, Fox Brown Mamma, Jig
of the life you've known, The road is traveled on through our soul, With all the time there's a walk could waste, A game of crystal, as you faced, (?)
these moves to Iowa In the Acura TL, with a hundred thou' for bail, for real From there we take it to Chi-town, acapo style Dutches, white owls, moheads, crystal
whole with Dawn Raid F*ck them and let them see I'm all yeah I went to the true school like DJ Sir Vere So who the, who the f*ck said that Scribe was
f/ Sen Dog [Verse 1] I see them punk putos they coolin' by the lockers Sellin' crystal to their women fine freaks turned flaca Your lady say she
against the wall so nice Still F-U-C-K the po-lice Think twice like the 3 blind mice But don't give me no advice I shine like crystals in the jewelry
against the wall So nice, still f-u-c-k the po-lice Think twice like the 3 blind mice But don't give me no advice I shine like crystals in the jewelry
through Then ten berserk and bread cookies in after you It's the gutter and I spell it with the 'G' I stole from 'Get the f**k up' Noise crutch stolen
at evisu? And evertime i put the crystal out, Melissa would start dehydrating and like there was a draught. it was like the killer bottle was glued to her mouth. Shame she couldn't f
stop they said, That we should build new umbrellas because we're Stuck in our own rut. I say, blow away the rain clouds, For the new horizon is crystal
swift enough to knock you out with Mic fitness Hands blistered from holding the mics tight Some say, it's fright night Well, throw the R after the F
my bed lay on my back and meditate Anyway, in the ceilings, the four walls, it's like cell therapy I got nothing to do but write about my L I F E, put
we had made it seem almost like being in love Being in love Oh, love A bartending minstrel, I will answer your call A carnival gypsy with his twelve-string crystal
who swift enough to knock you out with mic fitness Hands blistered from holding the mics tight Some say it's fright night Well throw the r after the f
: Method Man] Ain't what you want baby It's what you need baby Ain't what you want baby It's what you neeeeeeeed [Verse One: RZA] Yo diamond crystal
attack You shut the tunnel down twice like militant nice We at the club tonight, Nore yo Please be nice I bought the bar out Crystal, no glass, no ice