I love to wear you. Jump right into you. I speak for all of us. I am too many. You are a fucking fish. Eviscerate you. Snuff the life breath. Snuff
Yo,it's time for me to pump the volume No problem,the record's revolvin' Evil's the mixer,I'm the rap trixister Paparazzi on the bum rush for pictures
the music play If I could I'd dance my life away And if you can't seem to find any words to say Make a joyful noise, fifth around it's another day Hey
Will make 'em move something in between (Bridge) It's like I'm standing on my tippy-toes to touch a star (a star) Trying to catch joy in other's jar
the city where we know for slayin' pounds of herb Getting dough is a must, and it's the money making its Yo, the never faking its creating shit that's
crap street yap you been receivin' And what's so unfair You been doggin' me out about matters unclear You can't solve a problem if it's trapped inside your mind It's
't wield the steel It takes many many moons, to create tunes But loons assume that half past noon They'll have rap down pat, but it's wack You must be
Of how I'd rock the mic and make it to the bright screen I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents It's hard to be legit and still pay the rent
was a serial killer And how about that, he'd always make me sit in the back With all his dead bodies on my lap (move!) When I got home, enough of the
super def rhymes that I create I'm a wizard of a word, that's what you heard And anything else is quite absurd I'm the master of a mic, that's what I
of the world that he paint us The most dangerous angriest lyrics that a thug got Ain't enough nigga where your mug shot? Where's your drug spot nigga you's
have foreseen Everybody let us say goodbye to all our notions Cause it's not enough to say that we're humane when we're left behind It's too late to
It's real Gonna put it down All these little crime thangs Homeless the world is crazy boy It's like this It's the way it is Heavy out there, it's heavy
enough, can never be enough 'Cause I'm created for You alone Bought with a price, I'm not my own I'm seated in the heavenlies And there's no place I'd
Afta Maff, nigga, that's your ass Buckin' with the boss in from Cleveland, and achievin' Goes on the west for heaven's sake I say Yes, he created me,
am a man filled with longing desire The gifts of creation are ready for hire A look and a label is all I require Enough's not enough, I never ask why
The cycle will begin The choices he made that day To burn down what he'd help create You have made this bed Now you must sleep in it Every creation
with the dreads in his hair Once, twice, three times you missed it Prince Be's gone, either that or blissed So they wanna know just what this flower's
