ok ohhh, do I make it easier, are you still afraid? I don't misunderstand Oh, oh, oh, oh (X100) In our hearts, not, Our minds are lost Are we? Will we
ohhh, do I make it easier, are you still afraid? I don't misunderstand Oh, oh, oh, oh (X100) In our hearts, not, Our minds are lost Are we? Will we
em 'Cuz y'all are players, to run DMC who kept rap alive When rap was about to take a dive You know what I'm sayin'? You are the kings of rock Peace out y'all are
lost Go ahead argue with me, I will make it pass Girl you know seh we connect, your feelings can't mask See it write up on your face You know we must last, we
decline We are the queer We are the whore Ammunition In the class war We are worker We love our queen We sacrifice We're soilent green We are the queer
others refine Blessed are those who struggle -- God loves you And wisdom is the principle thing for kings and queens (repeat 2x) Many alliance will end
sixty five niggaz on your team And they're not from South side Jamaica, Queens They're the boys in blue and I'm just speaking the truth Yeah, we all
prints are on her neck STOP! AND GIMME MY DEAD BITCH BACK! Fuckin dead bitches on a Ouija board all night Bustin off shots in the club we all fight Hanging
We're in the time where many doors are too hard to enter in And many people really ain't worth the mentionin' Thugs, me hugs and plus a little gentle
for hip-hop's green beret Bring on the refills, you see we feel The name of the brain game is kill or be killed I'm an expert, who will be the next
at the club and y'all can't stop me Super star style Whoop the are pounds Out the roof, scoop the group we be troopin' large crowds Yes we are foul
't work, why? Why are you smirking up your face Making obnoxious facial scenes Like I supposed to be scared (Supposed to be scared) Why? (Why?) Who are you? (Who are
lump Nigga, we are, the supreme squad You can dream hard but reality is We push the dream cars, fuck the queen broads Puff the green raw, we as real
was performing his avant-garde Elise act in a club in Queens. The performance started with Andy playing the bongos, and for some unknown reason, sobbing. We
a sound The neighbours there are fucking The sun is going down And we're all We're all Waiting for the girl to call The clothes are in the washer The kids are
sound system We kick a rhyme and claim another victim People 'round the world, I like to play to 'em In every club, arena, and stadium Inside the jam we
