[Verse 1:] No buddah bliss She musta missed it Still bangin wit the anger Kissed a soul sanger Class of 78 sunset strip Cause I been outta high 20 years
[Professor Griff calls Chuck D] Yeah Chuck, this is Griff That studio session you set up 24 extincts today I already called to set it up So I be there
Yeah some of y'all flip like wills never got What we gon do right here is go back Waaay back Back into rhyme We gonna do a song that you never heard
[Chorus: x2] If I can't change the people around me I change the people around me Some don't know was'up Shit iz jus fucked up They don't know what'
Don't want to run with the crowd no more Had enough of that stuff I want to go home, I don't want to go to the bar I'm afraid who might show up I will
I?d give anything to go back Do anything to go there To take my breath away again I still see her face right there Starin? at me, and I swear I can feel
in hand, home from school Yeah, I dreamt we was walkin?together Hand in hand, home from school. Yeah, if it hadn't be for you darling, I'd broke my mother
love you 'n I always will I will not let you go Sometimes when I am lonely Have nothing to do or say Thinking of you only Helps to pass my lonely time away I'd
If I should lose you it would jurt so bad You are the only love that I've had Tell me why Why should it end this way You know it hurts me deep in my
Chuck's Lament: A Child's Dream by David Crosby, Stephen Stills, Graham Nash and Joe Vitale From the soundtrack to "Amazing Grace & Chuck" I think one
in the club doin' my two-step, I pulled about 8 broads already I'm just getting my feet wet But I ain't even knocking yo style 'Cause I'd be here all
The Waterboy," now they sayin, "YOU CAN DO IT!" I'm Baby Huey, one of the best in the Louis Sip Louie smoke louie, dressed in Louis Home of back porches, Chucks
Islam's my producer,Bambattas son Bronx Style Bob's cold watchin' my back Melle Mel's just layin' for some punks to act wack Grandmaster Caz and Donald D ,Scott La Rock Red Alert,Chuck
and dis' me Try to switch from side to side like they whip me The damage is done Source Magazine, you're the first one You try to dis Chuck, Cube and
yeah, true niggas with attitudes To king sun, peace God to chuck, flavor and griff Y'all are still one group as far as I'm concerned An' y'all are true players, to KRS 1 and D
to rip All you chump MC's who sell out quick When P.E. was on the top, you rode the tip But now they got problems and you suckers run Who's Chuck's
tell you one thing, you got heart To perpetrate, you're bait, so just wait Till the press shove a mic in your face Or you meet Boogie Down or Chuck D
neck got your chain on it Bullet got your name on it, I'm serious, sometimes it seems like I'm playin' Dump a shell case in your face, The D's got 40