m a blap at it The cat scated, when the mac spatted You don't want to see me, punk get your hat flatted Dope like a crack addict, or a hop head Spit it
raisin a gerbil I race in a circle like I'm raisin a horse I'm racin a porsche while they racin in place They race in a cage I race on a course COURSE
Im from Harelm the land of the ora and swag enforcer, you dont walk like me, or talk like me, or handle the pressure on the court like me, Im jordan in
bitches Bought a lot of clothes and just played the ave. Now we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobes and if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash I ain'
, mangos is free followed by Ghost {"one"} Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-baked Alaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates {"one"} Trauma, hands is like
tank High octane for the brain, puffin on some dank Traffic backed up like a toilets do, bumper to bumper Music on slap, sounding like a concert Drink
worry bout a damn thang a damn thang Don't you worry bout a damn thang a damn thang Don't you worry bout a damn thang a damn thang Don't you worry bout
exhibitions is giving the victims and repetitions With a clarity of a television with high definition I'll crack you, at the (?) Hover and cover you with a verbal wing span of a
never be the same After we got burned Niggaz is burnt out And yo there's nowhere to turn Like court adjourned Without a quarter to burn Short of return
heart What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin to floss on him Blind to a broken man's dream
life Tryin to carry on, wishin I had a bomb to blow up Babylon A vagabond, tryin to steal his corpse we're from paragon goin in circles, like a ferris
altar of progress to gods of ambition we kneel, Our database deities--they cannot save us, Microchip miracles only enslave us. The high priests of high
What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin to floss on him Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard