Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me I can see you in front of me, front of me Ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me Why don't you get from in front of me She's
Mic check, one, two Mic check, one, two Mic check, one, two Lick off the shot my stories shock ya like Ellison Main line adrenaline, Gaza to Tienanmen
A ballots dead so a bullet's what I get A thousand years they had the tools, we should be takin' 'em Fuck the G-ride I want the machines that are makin
Satellites and pair of mirrors and And a man without a home With a horse and a rider And a clever cunning killer Silent in error and Vocal in spotlights
fuck it, turn it off Fear is your only God on the radio Nah fuck it, your Saviour, my guillotine Crosses and kerosene Flex the cerebellum, fire, uh Somebody gotta shell 'em These evil
The sistas are in so check the front line It seems I spent the '80s in a Haiti state of mind Cast me into classes for electro shock Straight incarcerated
s cap one, NAFTA comin' with the new disaster And yes, we in with the wind and the plan de Ayala kin Are comin' back around again The slave driver saliva
His spit is worth more than her work Pass the purse to the pugilists But he's a prizefighter And he bought rings and he owns kin And now he's swingin',
Uh, got no card so I got no soul Life is prison, no parole, no control The jura got my number on a wire tap 'Cause I jack for similac, fuck a Cadillac
volture came ta try and steal ya name but Now you found a gun This is for the people of the sun It's comin' back around again This is for tha people
: This microphone explodes, shattering the molds Ya either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha Fuck off tha commode Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make
: His spit is worth more then her work Pass the purse to the puglist He's a prizefighter He brought rings and he owns kin And now he's swinging And now
A ballots dead so a bullet's what I get A thousand years they had tha tools We should be takin' 'em Fuck tha G-ride I want the machines that are makin
Ones Cap One Nafta Commin; With Tha New Disaster And Yes Wi In Wit Tha Wind An Tha Plan De Ayala Kin Are Comin' Back Around Again Tha Slave Driver Saliva
fuck it turn it off Fear is your only god on the radio Nah fuck it, your saviour's my guillotine, crosses and kerosene Flex tha cerebellum, fire, uh! Somebody gotta shell 'em These evil
: Lick Off The Shot My Stories Shock Ya Like Ellison Main Line Adrenaline Gaza To Tienanmen From The Basement I'm Dwellin' In I Cock Back The Sling To
: Tha sistas are in so check the front line Seems I spent the '80s in the Haiti state of mind Cast me into classes for electro shock Straight incarcerated
: Satelittes And Mirrors And A Man Without A Home A Horse And A Rider And A Clever Cunning Killer Silent In Error And Vocal In Spotlight Lying Always
