Hey There's rain on my door step, I got music in my mind Time on my hands to sit and wonder why In this world of dark angels and blood ridden reapers
There's rain on my door step I've got music in my mind Time on my hands to sit and wonder why In this world of dark angels And blood ridden reapers With
: There's rain on my door step I've got music in my mind Time on my hands to sit and wonder why In this world of dark angels And blood ridden reapers
will be the saving grace In the depths of your despair There's no cross that love won't bear No, there's no cross that love won't bear
It will be the saving grace In the depths of your despair There's no cross that love won't bear No, there's no cross that love won't bear
boom They don't want music, they don't know how to use it They don't want music, they don't want music They don't want music, they don't know how to
pins I hustle flow, do my show, attract women Keep that heat and the John Lennon Boy, you won't catch me arguin' Brick City that's right Hood down,
these fake-ass hoes, fake punk-ass bitches Do you know what I mean, Vern? Fuckin? 'em up like that, man $hort Dog?s in the house, bitch She?s a punk
That's all you'll get from me Do all it separately cus the best MC's Always float to the top unlike the son of John F. Kennedy Chi forever be on Jersey
just like a motherfuckin duck and plucked and shit out of luck and fucked Designated to self-destruct Knocked around like a hockey puck K-double-O-L-G-R-A-P, N-O
gun now run Out the blocks now who's the perpetrators Time to zip through to the real gladiators Your soul's possessed by Hercules Barcelona's now ancient Rome And there ain't
John Eagle tucked, it's the kid, nigga what? Some of y'all rap niggaz is girls hold my dick, gappin' and flappin' Fuckin' cartoons these niggaz guns don't
' for odd jobs It's hard livin' like God in a world full of Bobs John Doe's and Jacks, Joe's and Mary Mack's I guess Babylon wasn't made for blacks now
That's how I go [This your boy Li'l John] That's how I go [and your boy Baby Bash] That's how I go [Mario] How I go how I go I let the roof drop Drippin
O D could be a king to me And if the G O D be in me, then the king I be The microphone is granted when it's handed to me I was planted on this planet
Sound's knockin from malls to swapmeets And then there's oh mad tours and oh mad whores We sign autographs by the G's in the in-stores And then there's
and go bam! You say I'm insane, now it's time to let my Motherfuckin' nut's hang and spit on you nigga's I don't need star's on my chest to make my fuckin
behind a nigga like me? They must think it's a gee They both walk up with the G L O C Started they investigation No driver's license, no registration