[Verse 1] As the last breath triggers the last beat I look to the sky to drown the devilish heat I feel it closin', they're gettin' higher and higher
East Coast Mcee's Down South MC's Never Fucking Forget | Whose the HARDEST MC! You on the MTV list I put ya Brains all over ya MTV Crib Whoever wrote
b real krs peter gunz (ice cube) 1 2 3 4 hit it It's the men of steel bangin' with the drum hit it 4 3 2 1 Shaq b real B real Hip hop has plenty of
it was a gun the crowd or some thunder All of that was out my window when I was younger Now I'm much older, lyrical clap MC's If you don't know by
album And without further ado, yo pimp give us your blessings Judge Yeah I'm back baby and better than I ever was I got the streets on fire so forget a buzz
here today If the old school didn't pave the way I remember Mr. Magic Flash, Grandmaster Caz LL raisin', hell but, that didn't last Eric B. and Rakim
hood I'm jumpin out with the heat, peep Hit that block and stop, I'm in traffic Breakin with the deuce-five strap Call me a classic A b.g. bustin caps
I flip your paradigm manhole cover Mutant reptiles, surprised what you discover But I still like Bob Dylan more than any MC Most depress me like Hepatitis B
't made around these parts 'Cause over here, everybody got heart The homie C double O L, nigga, B-R double E Z-E When I E-E MC E-E, bitch, all y'all
) I got my glock locked the fuck down And I'm still gonna be pullin' a plug Much love to my niggas that's full off the buzz I say what up 'cause I buzzed
Once again 'gain Once again 'gain Ya, ya adrenaline Yo I'm in the eye of the storm, where the pressure's on And MC's is dressed funny like a leprechaun
's well known) I'm all alone in my zone, you wouldn't understand Stare in my face, fuck around and catch a scar man (Malik B) [Malik B] Here on this
to jerk With the belt drive, Technics and B-1's With the orange light shinin', the red on D-1's Direct drive and Nova, I'm chillin' with G.L.O.B.E.
(feat. Hangar 18) Fell asleep late, neon buzz PTS stress, we do drugs City air strange, sticky lungs Mayor Doomburg gives no funds And I'm crying Call
comme le raid, tu testes, tu finis si mal T'as juste a tendre l'oreille pour savoir qui est le meilleur Kalashnikopp, B.2.O. Mayweather MC a dix heures
bad boy, guna feel alright, its the mc smalley 1 2 3 Sh'all goin out to the prest lee... ye is wicked hummin n a bum n a kickin the bass, mc smalley
a carpenter like Jesus was Cause they want you to do whatever Jesus does Walkin' bare-foot on broken seacrum jugs Young alcoholics like I need that buzz [Chorus] [Mic B
