of your mind, out of your body, away from your soul The tote baby is heavy, the level of your waters' maximum Baby don't drown, it's so profound so be watchin your
The almighty is still alive Risin' up from the heart of the desert Risin' up for Jerusalem Risin' up from the heart of the desert Building up old Jerusalem Risin' up from the heart
be blown thin by the wind A heavy drone, a heavy sway Girl, I love to see you walk my way She will understand From the bottom of her heart Embellished
on your sand castle Check the flavor all natural Beat your feet Hot Nikk's son Heat-mizer Before you get the main course Taste a appetizer Submerged in the word Heavy
and mine from eating you need a doctor With a hundred gauze pads nigga to stop you from leaking And a prayer from the deacon as you weaken And words from
Well Now, let me tell you what's on my mind When your smile is gone (He cares) Yeah, but I feel so alone (He's there and) Although, your heart is heavy
[Intro: Inspectah Deck (sample)] (Everybody on the grind, son) 8 million stories in the naked city (Everybody trying to eat) (It's always gonna be a struggle
son, yeah, some of that bogus Aight, aiyyo, son, yo, yo You think that motherfuckin' nigga's out there right now, son? Word, what he doin' out here? Son
dark van on you, your whole fear bounced, even your ark ran on you, what you expect niggas to spark candals for you, that gun aint jammed on you, your hearts
hold 'em up high Joey, work on your half-court shot, I'm money from far Get 'em mad, see a ape on your monkey bars And that's rate, gettin' hate from
't asking for your love and I don't want your pity So girl don't talk about me shitty, don't act all high and ditty If your man keep playing me funny
' around dippin' the logo Run if you ever got somethin' on you son You best a run, be off the set, bounce on the projects Cease another vick, weed in your
could only be number 1, and I see why its pissing you, off Soft n-ggas lack the backbone and the heart, you don't even act wrong in your thoughts And
Stop as I drop this bomb Blow up this place like another Vietnam I'm heavy like a Holyfield blow to the dome Back up son now give me room, give me room
is keeps Your beats cost a lotta money but they sound real cheap You sound weak, anemic, like you get no sleep Fuckin' with me, you outta your mind? Get outta your
like a family. And every note (uh oh uh oh) is like an antidote to all the heavy situations we're facing call up your station say. Hey now! Give me your
soul the alien Seth Alam The devil bears the pentagram, a wormhole/ hologram My body slams man with the heavy grams Lay the beat down; Make big connections to the Son
many Buck-Buck. Don't sweat that. (What up, son.) It's all good. (Check it. Check it.) [Raekwon] Yo, yo, yo, yo Aiyyo La, whats up son Aiyyo, you read