I feel estranged every now and then Fall asleep reading science fiction I wanna fly in your silver ship Let Jesus hang and Buddha sit It's on now, the days
I'm frozen in one place, staring at the screen Listening to the rain falling on the street Some days go on too long So no, no one can hang out tonight
yourself to death but won't ask you "Is this really what you want?" Is this really what you want? Is this really what you, is this what? Is this really
be) Stone cold, baby, stone cold, baby Stone cold, baby (As cold as can be) Damn, this is a cavi beat I feel like takin' time on this beat To smash
it was ya friend Rog, bullshit I ain't gonna keep puttin up wit the bullshit And still I, never sweat these bitches who be hanged like plaques on the
kick on back The Boogiemonster of rap, yeah the man's back With a plan to ambush this Bush administration Mush the Senate's face in, push this generation
singers in the background] What the people want? Please deliver us We wanna live it up, please deliver us Th-th-this is the, th-th-this is the, this is
to acknowledge this Chorus: What the people want? Please deliver us We wanna live it up, please deliver us Th-th-this is the, th-th-this is the, this
down on my knees Put my hands together and I prayed Lord please Let me get past this bridge over water that's trouble And get back up on my grind on
days It's cold nights and heart pounding heavily After all this financial problems miniscule You can overcome then you can do anything I need a new cat for this
's like, fuck it Seen the stamp on that Crazy Eddie Niggas coming back from the Funhouse Dusted, throwing bubbles on the wall We must remind you Where this
-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonment For bitin' off another nigga's shit, you bitch You got caught, now you on the other side of the law Snitchin' on
Indecent, heathen, juvenile delinquent His weekends was frequently, locked inside the precinct His most recent cape for catchin papes Was snatchin up snakes on a roof butt-naked hang
THIS!! Continuously the past two days kid I been writin', Had to polish my game to make the stage show excitin', It's frightenin', while y'all hang loose
's garage Said it was ya friend Rog, bullshit I ain't gonna keep puttin' up wit the bullshit And still I, never sweat these bitches Who be hanged like plaques on
on the dollar bills When I got the scoop on you, it just made you mad Cause I moved out your crib, packed all my bags Them days I turned to you was the days
ain't all fun and games (You heard?) Yo, yo, I'm sick and tired of stressin', every days a different lesson I'm free-fallin', tryna leave this deep
Back in the days I knew rap would never die I used to listen to Awesome-2 on WHBI I used to hear all kind of rap groups before sampling loops Rappers