the tree Follow the leader, run and turn into butter Let's begin again, begin the begin Let's begin again like Martin Luther Zen The mythology begins the begin
tree Follow the leader, run and turn into butter Let's begin again, begin the begin Let's begin again like Martin Luther Zen The mythology begins the begin
radio s-t-e-r-e-o It not to be banned or for some underground mix show My hearts in my pen every time I begin Sometimes my lyrics go crazy and I just
's dick melted Yes, I'm the rhyme kicker, the hard liquor Parental Guidance Sticker? Yeah, I'm the nigga Triple X is how I rate I'm the one your parents hate I'm
hear by the sound of the castanettes, we are off, off, off, off we are off. Off to Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-azil! a-Br-r-razil. Brazil... Land of hope, Land of
me G E R A L D, L E V E R T G E R A L D, L E V E R T G E R A L D, L E V E R T G E R A L D, L E V E R T It just be callin' me It just be callin' me Just
'Cause I got what it takes to shake the whole place Murphy Lee's eighteen entertainin 'em Twenty one when I'm clubbin it Fake ID for the fuck of it I'm
t front on the brother with the Pelle Pelle leather I'm Show B I Z, my partner's A.G. Chill with Greg N I C E or my brother D R E S And what's up to
on the monthly N.O.R.E. I'm the black Al Bundy I'm a hustler baby, you smell it through my lotion I'm so ill sell water to the ocean Half puerto rican
Transform from the celestial, shot through a sexual Terristical, testicle vessel, small as a decimal where I nestle Nine months later, special delivery, the killah p-r-i-e
off the axis in the center Next I'm in the womb like a placenta M-Illi-Tant the city ninja, uplift 'cause I'm the soul avenger Remember I'm no great pretender
of blues I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali I'm going
"50 MC's" like Tony Everybody in the hood ain't your homie I spit the truth, but I'm not the only There's plenty K-R-S-O-N-E It ain't the same now (
I'm on the mic Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe You're a king, I'm a teacher, you're a b-boy, I'm a scholar If this was a class well,
points for the snitches So would you just walk on by, 'cause I'm too hard to lift And no this ain't Aerosmith It's the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the CPT
