was on st. marks place Going to that new gallery those sweet new kids have opened But the thought I was old And then I saw the old dom The old club where
, we off the wall On some, born build, keep your eyes peeled Guns concealed, shit is real kid, wine or get killed Word up [dom pachino] Mental repititions
eight Deaths by far, my rap repatoire be the art of murderin makin it hard for you to spar We can chill and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the Funk Doctor
scene at 19 a gritty fiend for, Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh, New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper, Decimal doctor,
em down Yo, we in the fields with heat You fake niggaz eat kid meals to meat We street referees, we rock jean jackets, thick shirts over turtlenecks Certified doctors
the cah-cah phase Practice yoga, freezing out, spraying Afro-sheen [Geechie Suede] The Lo shit be that jiggy shit, Jah, get your wages up Lebanon, off the Henny-Dom
'll whoop your ass with one leg, Kirby style, for thirty miles Shut the Fawcett to Farah Drain the Panama Canal up, that'll run like mascara I pour the Dom
word up Digital, Digital Terrorist shit, terrorist shit, come and get a hold of it Tune of the Black Knight, Killarm, Killarm, Killarm [Dom Pachino/P
on St. Marks Place going to that new gallery those sweet new kids have opened, but the thought I was old, and then I saw the old Dom, the old club where
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This is my house if you don't like it Just get outa Get outa Get outa This is my house where I hang around As soon as I get up, I start to get down
Stapleton park Gladiators and D&D, before that was the Paris Crew Squad I just to stand up on the benches State of mind, third eye dimension lynchin' Killarm' comrades like henchmen Street doctor