let me sing it to my capricorn day Hey hey My heart is a pure sun and the sky is black And I can feel cold steel when I turn my back It stings like needles
get straight And I answer them the way I guess you'd do 'Cause this is my therapy 'Cause you're the only one that's listening to me This is my therapy
bang or shoot out bang, bang The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang I'm a true master you can check my credentials 'Cuz I choose to use my infinite
child Gimme the real thing Everything old is new again My only crime buried under cold skin In the quiet of my tiger's eye Cross my heart and hope to
set things straight Who would think I would ever learn Removed the sting I finally came to terms Go ahead, hammering my mind Give it up, my heart
-tang clan Trapacanty, sensai, ?comprende? My marine corps, straight from the trojan war Black capped crusador, trapped off, flame thrower Stuck a chain store when I was dirt poor for my
buddy Will sit down and tell you the truth. Vera: [speaking] Tho' now and again I'm aware that my candid opinion may sting, Mame: Tho' often my frank
"Mr. Media," where was you at when my man died When it was classified a drug related homicide It's like until the killer hit the suburbs I ain't hear
some fights Their parents all cackled at dirt on my hands While my father was slaving, my mother explained it Sometimes that's just how it is So my
Got them scars on my face 'cause my health be poor You Milli Vanilli, I'm Kurtis Blow like eighty-fo' No, I don't want your girl, she be suckin' my big
' down a endless tunnel of doom reality Grahically, my Killer Bee family stings the galaxy Insanity, titanium stomach, devourin' Guinness My flesh is solid stone despite my
with His tears were bred: 'Alas!' quoth He, 'but newly born In fiery heats I fry, Yet none approach to warm their hearts Or feel my fire but I! 'My faultless
I'm a broken-hearted keelman and I'm o'er head in love With a young lass from Gyetsid And I call 'er my dove Her name's Cushie Butterfield And she sells
I hear it, it gets, me straight stirred It's mental trash so I'm pickin up the litter I ain't the one and I ain't, the nigger My people use this word
ain't nobody Ever gonna stop me My form's like karate Freestyle is infinite My mind's a temple I reside in its pyramid I know ya' hearing it I
with it? Can you funk with it? Can you funk with it? Rappers wanna step on the X, then go to shit I got the mic in my hand and well equipped Usin' my
my name and my status but I remain as the baddest motherfucker 's established and I 'm still at it grounding that Hennessey straight popping that still mad at Down at my