't do So go ahead wit the bullshit you blab about goin' through I got niggaz who pump on your block and in your spot Who sit next to you? Protectin'
Marilyn Monroe's who's there before it all I guess that's how it goes, they hear about your cons Or focus on your pro's and love you for who you are
become hypocrisy? Consuming flock of sheep, that's society We need to change our media immediately They breathing shallow words, you gonna swallow what you heard? Who's leading the leaders, who
she's cried while he's away Because she knows deep in her heart That he'll be back someday The light's on in the window; she's waiting by the
deep And try to see what you could get out of yourself After all that, I told her to fall back The Ferrari truck parked in the back is all black Next
through 'Cause she be shacked up with little boy blue But half them kids Ain't seen their pops since like 1982 But down the street next to the swap meet That's
s all because of you (all because of you..) and then it's all because of you (all because of you..) and then it's all because.. Never get enough, She's
little doubt who was the image of perfection in my father's eye. To him, my brother could do no wrong and I became The Invisible Boy, the proverbial 'black sheep
who was the image of perfection in my father's eye. To him, my brother could do no wrong and I became The Invisible Boy, the proverbial 'black sheep'
it was, see what it was was I had developed the complex from being judged Proof spit his verse, now I'm next, let's see who I'm in the booth staring back to see who's
the Marilyn Monroe?s who?s there before it all I guess thats how it goes they hear about your cons or focus on your pro?s and love you for who you are
I like it And then it's all because of you (all because of you..) And then it's all because of you (all because of you..) And then it's all because
would offend A dyke's girlfriend dog, now lets get straight to the point shall we This rowdy crowd of MC's and DJ's know how to pound beats Like kids
and know now Next contender, Malik's the axe offender Critique me so uniquely with mystique that's so deep within the microphones I grip, psych with poems so's
to the streets, muthafuck Bone an it's on when we meet Never ride alone cuz I roll one deep Black four-five on me like a sheep, I creep In the mist of
't do So go ahead wit the bullshit you blab about goin through I got niggaz who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot Who sit next to you? Protectin you?
'em when you's coming through cause she be shacked up with little boy blue but half them kid's ain't seen their pops since like 1982 but down the street next
Somebody, quick build me a loft to hide my stash Hard drive's starting to flash, she's parting the gash, I need to save that! MPEG's up the ass, look