who I am is quite enough (Quite enough) I am, I'm ready to be new again I'm ready to hear you say who I am is quite enough (Quite enough) Monster with
Left the city, my mama, she said don't come back home. These kids round killing each other, they lost their minds, they gone. They quitting school, making
champion?s pulse, and signals to the other police that the Champion is sure enough dead. If you are just joining us Sunday May 7?th at 2:42 P.M. perhaps
inspiration, for without that, I will die (Go) Here the bomb jam now can you dig it? Don't stop and uh don't quit 'cuz uh We own that high school shit
raps taste just like an ash tray You kittens gotta be kiddin' All that hyperbole your spittin' is probably bitten Look at the teeth marks, check the dental records Go take
Take what's mine Mine, mine, mine Take what's mine Give this to me Take what's mine, take what's mine, mine... Take what's mine, take what's mine, take
its gunna take off Get-et-et a real job when i heard from the mall The magic finally happen with my back against the wall Now its mail on sunday and r
Great distance, providing the Necessary clues for the construction of This thrilling new trend! Sunday Sunday? Wow! Sunday, 'monday Sunday, Saturday
Payback Payback is a bitch, and I'm givin' you no slack Unfinished business, that shit was wack So Lyte made no attempt to strike back But here we go again, what is
bitch I got money Yeahh Fuck Yall I made bond bitch Right back where they caught me at But they gon' have to kill me Aint no way I'm going back My hood is
floor Floor to ceiling is so high High will become the low It will make sense Want always wants some more More is never enough Enough is enough Remember life is
gunna take off Get-et-et a real job when I heard from the mall The magic finally happen with my back against the wall Now it's mail on sunday and r.o
raps taste just like an ash tray You kittens gotta be kiddin' All that hyperbole your spittin' is probably bitten Look at the teeth marks check the dental records Go take
inspiration, for without that, I will die (go!) Here the bomb jam now can you dig it? Don't stop and uh don't quit cuz uh We own that high school shit
clues for the construction of this thrilling new TREND! Angelic Voices: SUNDAY Greggery: Sunday? WOW! SUNDAY, SATURDAY . . . TUESDAY THROUGH 'MONDAY - MONDAY'! SUNDAY