starting up a brand new day You're the crop to my rotation You're the sum of my equation I'm the answer to your question If you follow my suggestion
breakdown Move out the way punk and take a seat clown It's the Ice Man slicin', dicin' Hittin' like Tyson So listen to the rhythm I givin' em My lyrics
take my hand And make me a happy man I ain't rich but I found my fortune in you Two jobs on the nighttime shift I'm still left with an empty fist But my
you by your hand, wash you're mouth out wit soap Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo Scooping on the skinz in the church from your bingo Sounds
sure War, hits, more hits, just for you Youth of '93, who, we the people What is a church without a steeple Jump, hump, think he pump me Of your rhythm